Chapter 2: Delta 01
My body felt tingly, reacting to all of the stress outside. I stood there in front of the open door and saw the chaos that unfolded in front of me. There were people aimlessly running away from the monsters that chase and grip at them hungrily, people were fighting each other for resources already.
The screech of a car whipped my attention away from the crowd, two cars are heading for a collision. They slammed into each other, the two people driving were thrown out of the car by the force, and slammed into each other mid-air however they never reached the ground, the explosion beneath them sending them flying somewhere else entirely. The explosion was devastating, the people around it flew back and slammed onto car rooftops, getting killed instantly.
Some people were crawling around the ground with a limb missing, begging for help while a trail of blood is left in their wake, infected did not hesitate to prey on the defenseless people, tearing into them like its the first meal they had in ages.
Suddenly standing didn't seem like fun anymore. I raced from the door and ran to where the crowd was heading, seeing the signs that pointed to a shelter for safety.
There was a mix of those things in the crowd, they tackled people and munched on them. I repeatedly had to fight a few off by kicking them into someone else, making it focus it's attention and take that person down instead.
The fight to make it to the shelter was an annoying one, I had never seen so much death in my life. People were strewn across the streets, torn piece by piece. Dead all around me.
It felt like I should be scared, I am, but not so much of the death, just the virus. The crowd finally reaches the shelter in a humongous, gated fence community that had been taken over by the government here.
The guards immediately get into place, and pull out their guns shooting into the crowd. I dropped down to the floor surprised, the sound of bullets hit the bodies of both the infected and the non-infected. It was an effort to clear two birds with one stone, there must not be enough room in the community, they also must have seen the infected in the crowd with us can't risk being infiltrated, cold.
The spraying stops, 30% of the original crowd had fallen, 10% were zombies. None remained and the people who were smart enough to duck down rose slowly.
"What the hell!" one mad in the crowd yelled, "You killed my wife! you killed nearly everyone in here!" The guards didn't respond, they started unbothered at the man complaining. The other people in the crowd were taken aback and suddenly reluctant to speak their issues aloud.
With everyone frozen we were sitting ducks. I walked ahead to the entrance of the gate where a guard was waiting to open the door. I walked past them and followed the signs planted in the grass that's said to go to virus check up.
I look back to see that people had followed behind me, reluctantly. They were still shaken by the display of brutality. It served as multiple solutions to few problems. It scared everyone into submission so they would comply with whatever orders there are inside, it got rid of most of the crowd that would take up too much of the shelter, and it got rid of the sick and infected.
I hoped that when we reached virus checkup, this 'vaccine' wouldn't be identified as a virus in my system. A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts, I whipped my head around and faced the gruff neck of a really tall man.
I tilted my head upwards so I could meet his face, "Yes? What is it," I asked, facing forward and walking again, "You didn't hesitate walking forward after the massacre, you weren't afraid that they were gonna shoot?" he asked, his voice was gruff and deep, he sounded stress no doubt from everything going on. "No, there were zombies in the crowd with us, biting and getting shoved onto others, spreading the disease around that one group at a stupidly fast rate. The guards were trying to limit the amount of infected coming in, they obviously don't have a cure yet."
"Well, you seem pretty certain about that," he looked me over, trying to find something that wasn't there, "but how can you be?" he asked. "Because like all narcissist's the government has to be in control, control of the number of people taking shelter here, control over the crowd mentally, they're predictable there, they use these methods time and time again."
I felt his eyes burn a hole in my neck and was ticked off by him staring. "Well if you were trying to kill me by staring at me I would be dead right now, what's your problem?" he raised his hands in defense smiling cheekily, "nothing, I'm sorry. It's just thinking about it now, you're right. The government is just a bunch of narcissists."
"Glad you understand, now be quiet, we're here." We stood in front of a metal door at the absolute end of the hallway we entered in from. The door slid open with a groan, and a guard stepped out in front of us. "This way into the room please, the first group take your turn on the platform and then proceed down the hall once you have an 'ok'."
I made my way up onto the machine and mentally crossed my fingers hoping that I would pass. I still know nothing about what this vaccine has done to me and how it would affect the process of this scan.
The machine made what sounded like a positive beep, and I was told to step off the platform. The tall man behind me took his turn, after being cleared he made his way next to me, the next two people were a child and her mother. They stepped up onto the platform, and almost immediately the machine made a negative sounding noise. Guards rushed the mother and the child, ripping them away from each other and pull them into a separate room.
The man next to me and I rushed down the hall after the initial commotion and heard 2 gunshots follow behind us. "Holy shit." The man sighed with a hand over his mouth. "They killed them? Just like that??"
"I guess they really are serious about not taking any chances, then again they did heartlessly gun down a crowd of people" I shrugged.
"Does this not bother you??" He asked, "Truthfully, it does, but better me than them, I don't want to die." I answered.
He looked at me with an astonished look, but nodded his head in agreement. "You're right. Better them than me..."
"My name is Tom, by the way, Tom Jameson, and you are?"
I took a moment to study him, he had deep brown hair the messy flopped over his face, clearly disheveled from panic. His dark brown eyes were a mixture of intense emotion and clear depression, he had dark circles underneath them and looked like he's lost a lot of sleep. He had a bit of stubble on his face going down to his neck and a light mustache dusted his lip. His cheekbones were rough, sort of square giving him almost a boxed-shaped head, and his outfit consisted of a sweatshirt with a few blood stains and joggers. His skin color is a cream-like complexion.
Realizing I had been staring too long by the blush that had formed on his face. "Dennis, just Dennis, you don't need to know my last name."
He froze in his tracks, "Dennis like the wanted all time criminal?"
"So my reputation never fails me, yes Dennis the 'all time' criminal."
"Woah...you've murdered a lot of people, how can you live with that?" he asked.
I glare at him, not appreciating the judgment. "Unbothered by idiots like you who think I owe society something."
He shakes his head and raises his hands up in defense, "No no I'm sorry if you thought I was judging you, I was genuinely wondering how, my conscience wouldn't be able to take blood on my hands like that."
"Well, you realize in this life you have to be selfish to get what you want, and what I wanted was chaos, I was bored of how I lived life as a simpleton before, having people shake at just the mention of your name, that's power."
Tom looked at me astounded, but he said nothing else after that.
A long conversation for a long hallway, it took us a bit to reach the lobby but we made it there. The room was large in comparison to the one we were in before. Various pieces of furniture decorated the walls.
People held each other in solidarity, crying about who they have lost, and what they've lost.
A man in riot gear comes from a door with other officers behind him. He speaks in a calm and collected manner with a stern vibe to his voice.
"Listen up. There are rules for staying here. Rule number one. You will be able to choose who you room with, anyone without a room/roommate will be assigned one by us. You have a curfew, under no circumstances can you break this curfew and stay out past 10 PM, which is the set curfew. Number two, you will have 3 meals a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, depending on how long our current situation lasts, certain meals may be cut down to sustain a balanced food order. Number three, no going outside. Anyone who goes outside can no longer be allowed in, for the risk of infection is high. The moment anyone steps foot out of here, you will be gunned down on sight if caught trying to sneak back in, no questions asked."
People around the room looked devastated, what was originally a shelter started looking more like a prison. A familiar voice yelled in frustration, "First you kill my wife, and then you want to tell me how to survive? Amid this epidemic??" The widowed man from before charges at the men in riot gear.
His seemingly rebellious stand did not last long however, he was quickly slumped and fell to the floor.
Officers dragged him off into another room and went about their business to do whatever.
"Soo," Tom trailed, "do you wanna room with me?"
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