Z Virus (Chapter 16) An Old Friend

by M.D Khamil
Chapter 16 – An Old Friend

“That was closed” I said.
“You mean instant death” Claire replied. “Thank you Claire”
“That’s what friend is for” she added. Roger was looking after Sarah inside the truck. I could see he was trying to cheer and calm little Sarah. He might think of her as her own sister. “That was strange.” Claire said.
“What is?” I asked.
“Them. How did they find us? I thought we had killed them back there. On our way to the bridge there were none of them wandering around accept the one that we had killed.” I understood what Claire meant. Then I saw blood on a piece of plank that lie at the end of the bridge. “Claire, I think they found us because of this.” I showed her the blood. “Blood? Oh no, Sarah! We need to change her clothes or cleaned her immediately! How can we be so careless!” Claire ran to the truck and found her sleeping. I was glad to see her sleep; she must have been so tired. Roger was a good brother; I know because how he was able to take care of Sarah, even though she has no relation with him at all. We are getting closer to the marked place on the map in Fort Knox but we had to stop in a fashion boutique store, which was long abandoned. We need to change Sarah’s dress for a new one as it would less attract the walkers. She had got cleaned up and wore a new dress, and we got back to the truck and continue our journey.

Fort Knox was a very big city. There were many skyscrapers, retails shops, beautiful gardens and parks but unfortunately this city was also haunted. The place was so quite and sometimes we saw a couple of walkers wandering around looking for something to feed on. We had to be very careful, as they were very sensitive to sound and scent. As I drove, Claire kept on telling me which way to go, avoiding any necessary obstacles and looking for shortcuts. After several minutes we arrived to the place as marked on the map. It was “Newton’s Future Technology and Past Relic Museum”. Claire and I got stared with each other. We should have expected that. The museum was very big the wall were painted and decorated like those in the ancient world such as those times in ancient Egypt, Rome and Greece. The four pillars at the entrance looked like somewhat there were many ancient writings or codes that seemed impossible to be cracked or intepreted. We discussed about our plan before we entered the building. I asked Claire to keep Sarah with her while Roger were going with me. We had to go separate ways to figure out this puzzle and to have more chances that we were able to uncover it. The museum was massive; it was dark inside, since there was no electricity. We had our torchlights with us and other important gadgets for this mission. Ancient artifacts were kept secure inside a glass display and there were statues of different times from the past and many machines that I guess were the foundation of what devices we have today. We patiently inspected each and every one of them to see if there were any hidden clue or message within them. But unfortunately, every time we thought we had figure it out we found a dead end. We never gave up and keep going with our search. Claire and Sarah were inside another room, which I guess was art gallery. There were many paintings from ancient times. It was that moment Claire started yelling my name telling me to come and see her. Roger and I rushed toward them to know what had happened. “What is it Claire?” I asked.
“I think I found it” she replied.
“Do you see that massive painting in the middle at the far end of the wall?” added her. “Yeah, it’s a picture of a red dragon. Wait, did you mean . . .”
“Yes. Do you remember when we solved the pendant puzzle? It says “As red as an angry dragon, by the flame which it breathes fire, only then I will shine”. "The painting over there shows a red dragon, it breathes fire toward that circle thing which I guess the sun, and it lights up the dark.”
“Claire, do you think there is something behind that painting?”
“Let’s find out.” Just when we were about to move, the power was activated and all the lights were switched on. We immediately move to another room and hid ourselves behind huge round pillars that support the room. Then a female voice broke the silence that sounds familiar to Claire started talking through the announcement speaker. “Well, well, well. Isn’t it agent fourteen? It’s been a long time since we last met. How are you? Why would you left me without saying goodbye? How could you? Come out now, meet me here on the stairs at the entrance room.”
“That bitch!” Roger almost shouted. I ordered him to stay calmed. I whispered to Claire to be careful. But before she left, she handed me some few gadgets to continue with our mission. She handed me an x-ray scanner device, password encryption device and few balls looked like Sonic Wave but in different color. She went out from her hiding place and met her at the entrance room. “Agent twelve. I am well and I missed you too.” Claire replied in a mocking tone.
“Oh, such a cutie little pie. Why don’t you just stop what you’re doing, I know you’re not alone here, if you don’t want them to be dead, then just give up and tell me what you’re up to?”
“You wish” said Claire.
“I wish? Ahh, well I wish that you would join me and stop being a bother like an annoying fly perhaps?”
“Enough Viana! What exactly is it that you want? Power? Glory? Praises? Stop this nonsense already. None of this is important anymore. Look the world around you. There’s nothing left. Nothing! No laughs, no smiles, no happiness but all there to see now are darkness, sadness, madness and misery!” “Oh my, I didn’t know that you can play drama right here. Amateur. I’m sure you know what I want. You have it with you. Don’t lie to me. Tell me now, I’ll let you go and that three other brats hiding over there.”
“Over my dead body.”
“You’ll regret this agent fourteen!"
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