Warnings: Blood/gore slash/sex ( might be), Horror, language, violence
Disclaimers: It’s only fiction. The real persons mentioned belong to themselves. The original characters are people who are made up I’m not making any money with this( though someday I might)
Summary: People have been turned into flesh eating Zombies, the cause unknown though it might have something to with that secret army base. Those that survive the onslaught now must fight to keep themselves from joining the undead horde.
Jared sat in the middle of soldiers each one wearing hazmat suits and gasmasks, their weapons subtly pointed at him. They travelled in a convoy, while overhead the helicopter provided cover. Jared had not seen who they had put in the trucks that were in front and behind his.
They arrived at a much fancier high tech base than the one they had left not so long ago. That one had been put up with haste, but this one was constructed with time and care. Heavily fortified and fully armed.
Once inside, Jared was helped out of the back of the truck and shepherded away. He was shown to a sterile room, where he was confronted by more people in hazmat suits. Though he guessed these were more medical personal than military. One stepped forward and spoke, its voice muffled by their face coverings.
“Please undress for decontamination.”
Jared looked at the small group hesitantly.
“Are you refusing decont...” the lead hazmat said, their hand hovering over a big red button marked ALARM.
“No, no!” Jared said quickly fumbling to take off his jacket fast enough. If they had the same rules as the helicopter, he knew what was going to come next. The hazmat stood down from the button.
As soon as he was undressed, another hazmat scoped up his clothes and put them in a bag marked biohazard to be taken away.
Decontamination was a chemical power shower while two hazmats scrubbed him red raw. Then he was given a hospital gown to wear as he was poked and prodded, all the while they asked him about his time out there. They even documented every cut, bruise and scrape he had.
After hours of testing and questioning, Jared was giving some proper clothes to wear. They looked and felt like a prison uniform. From there, he was taken to another room to be reunited with Shannon and the others. Judging by their outfits they, too, had gone through the same vigorous testing. He embraced his mother first, then brother, and then the rest.
They stood around in their little group.
“Are you all right?” Shannon asked holding him by the shoulder.
Jared looked down at himself. The manhandling he’d endured had made him feel tender.
“I’m fine,” he replied nevertheless.
The sound of the door opening made everyone turn. In walked what Jared assumed was a general or someone high up complete with armed guard. Shannon confirmed this notion when by protocol, he saluted and stood to attention but was soon waved down.
Before he spoke, he referred to each of the folders he had been carrying.
“I’ll keep this brief, as I am informed that more survivors are in bound. You are all risk free and able to move on to our more permanent infection free location. You will be taken by helicopter as soon as possible where you’ll be joining others such as yourselves. Any questions?”
Shannon spoke up, “Where is this place?”
“Off shore,” came the reply.
“What like a…. Oil rig?”
The general shrugged not confirming, nor denying anything.
“And what happens when we arrive at this place?”
The general softened, “Well, I imagine you will want something to eat and then some rest.” He looked at his wrist watch. “It is time, if you will like to follow me.”
They were shepherded out towards a helipad where a waiting helicopter had its rotors going. Several members of the ground crew secured them into the seat before backing away; speaking in into headsets to the pilots. Who replied with a thumb up. Out of reflex, Jared grabbed his mother’s hand tightly as the helicopter powered up and, with a jolt, began to rise into the air turning to face the direction of travel.
Only once everything was level did Jared let go of his mother’s hand and started to relax enough to look down out of the window. From the height they were travelling, it looked like the world had been swallowed up by the darkness as the day ended and night began. Sighing Jared leaned back in his seat there was nothing left to see anyway; just a plague of walking death.
The events of the day suddenly came crashing down on top of him robbing him of what little strength and energy he had left. Jared cast his gaze around at his companions and saw that they too, had succumbed to their exhaustion. Shannon was leaning his head against Constance's shoulder flat out asleep, whilst she had one arm snaked around him. Molly was pressed against into Colin. Jared moved closer to his mother so that he could mirror his brother on the other side, nuzzling even closer as a protective arm embraced him.
As Jared, Shannon, Constance, Molly, and Colin slept, the helicopter carried them towards the little pocket of humanity still surviving.