Z-Virus - (Chapter 1) Nightmare

by M.D Khamil
Chapter 1 - Nightmare

“Run! They’re coming for us!” one of the pedestrian shouted to the public across the parking lot as he saw a group of fast running walkers rushing towards him. I heard women screaming, children crying and more shouting from the men as they tried to protect their wives and children from getting harmed. I wished I could help them, but I just could not do it, they were too many. So I ran like a coward to my truck, for my life, for doing nothing. I started my truck and drove away. I saw dead bodies everywhere but within few hours the bodies would disappear. No they were not dumped away. They moved. They came back to life. I could not imagine seeing a friend, who was your best friend, dying and eventually die, then they came back to life losing controlled of your own self-conscious, acted aggressively and killed you the moment he saw you. That was not fun at all. Why? Killing your best friend was not something you wanted. A best friend was like another part of your self. Like brothers. You went through easy and hard times together. You probably even grow up since childhood together. There were bittersweet memories that you could not forget and to throw it like that just because he was one of them. I blamed the virus. It created an immortal life rooted an evil. We had no choice but to eliminate all of them at all cost. Best friend or not best friend. But the memory stays forever.

It all started when a scientist name Dr. Edward O’Neil tested the virus on a sick dog. It was broadcasted live on television on a famous science channel called From Newton’s Lab, when it was done. Theoretically the virus was made to fight against every type of disease in the body, including HIV. However, the test had failed. The dog died, or they thought so at that moment but it came back to life after for at least five minutes. They were happy the dog came back to life, it looked healthy but one of the scientist said, “The eyes turned dark red . . . Why is the dog growling?” It was there the outbreak had begun, the dog started biting everyone. There were all seven scientists inside the lab. One of them almost lost an arm. None of them survived from that massacre, the dog that had escaped from the lab and brought the virus to the entire Newton’s building. They all became the living dead. That’s all I could remember, because I watched the channel back then.

The virus went so lightning viral that I heard from the local news on the radio it has already spreading in most part of Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia. I wondered how could it get that far. I remembered watching the news broadcasted live two days ago that Germany airplane, Germanwings that crashed at Royal Brunei International Airport. The virus inside the plane infected the whole crew and passengers. One of the pilot survived the virus but not for long. He managed to land the plane but unfortunately it went out of control and it hit the main entrance at the main airport building. Half of the plane’s mid section entered the building. There was a huge cracked on the plane’s mid section, and all the walkers escaped through the cracked. The whole people at the airport were zombified, including the reporters themselves.

I have been running and moving around to escape from this madness. This cycle kept on repeating each day and even weeks. I have nowhere to go. I am tired of running. How long I have to stay like this? I need to do something. Something that would stop this madness, but no matter how many times I tried to convince myself to be strong, in the end I would always fail. The fear inside me getting stronger as days passing by. I am too afraid, too stupid to think, to think that I could act willingly according to what my heart wanted me to do. This was not my mother want. I remembered she told me about being a man. A man must be strong enough and brave, to protect the one he loved. She said how could a man be a man if he could not even stand on his own feet, let alone to defend himself. If you wanted to be a real man, you need to go for it, never looked back, keep on going until you reached to that point, embraced it, never let go. Then you can be a protector to your family. Well to be honest, those words from my mother were actually stung me a bit but at the same time it made me thought really far and wanted to embrace it too.

I am not married. Well lucky for me that I did not have to worry about getting my wife and my children killed. I have lost contact with my family, cousins and friends. I could only pray for them, that if only they were still alive. Maybe I am and the people I saw earlier at the supermarket were the only few surviving people. I must admit there is no end to this. We tried to fight but instead we lost our precious life, the life that came from God, not the life created by the virus. Who would come to our rescue? This pandemic has probably become the worst disaster ever to have struck humanity since The Black Death that ravaged Europe between 1347 and 1351. Worldwide the Black Death killed 40 million people. The disease probably started in China. It was transmitted to Europeans when a Kipchak (Mongol) raiding party catapulted infected corpses into Genoese trading centre in the Crimea. I'm Travis Williams and now, I have only one mission to end all of this once and for all. To find the cure. The question was, “How?”
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Manahill Naik

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April 23, 2015 - 20:40 hey tht was really nice... btw u arent online anymore???
M.D Khamil

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April 24, 2015 - 04:38 Thank you for taking your time reading it.
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July 10, 2015 - 10:29 very nice post..thank you so much for this informative post
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