The end of the world had not been predicted long before the events occurred which led to the end of the world. In fact, no one really knew it was the end of the world until it was too late to really do anything. The army, I believed at least, knew that the dead weren't staying dead some time before it was announced to the general public, when the truth finally broke out they'd already put several protocols in action, protocols which had been tailored somewhat for the events going on around us.
The infection can be spread by the DNA of one of the zombies entering the human bloodstream- I don't know how much exactly it takes, but what I do know is there has yet to be discovered a cure, once the infection got inside of you…. You were dead.
I believe that the illness originated right here in America. It could've spread any number of ways across the ocean and once it reached Europe, it was only a matter of time before the world 'fell.' It had been the scariest thing I'd ever encountered. First, there were television broadcasts. Then they stopped. Then there were radio broadcasts. Then they stopped. Then there was silence. Constant silence. In some ways the lack of noise was scarier than hearing the world scream on the TV and the radio, at least then I knew that someone was alive out there, that there were still people fighting.
I was a survivor at my core, I'd been an army doctor before I'd served my time and returned home. I had planned to re-join the army but then the world went to shit and I figured, rightfully so, that there was no point in doing so.
The army training was damned useful though. I'd had survival tactics drummed into me. I'd learned how to plan, strategize, shoot long distance with deadly accuracy- along with all the medical training. I'd been trained for dire situations, though, when I'd signed up the direst situations included things like being taken hostage, not the dead coming back to life.
As the death toll rose the army did manage to pull themselves together somewhat. As cities fell one by one, they managed to create a refugee city- a place that people could go to that had been made secure and fort- like. I was very sceptical of the idea. If everyone flocked to the city- a large safe haven of concrete- with shops that catered to people's every need and houses for people to live, the city would not remain large in relation to the population. The safe haven of concrete would not allow for cultivation when the tinned food ran out and so people would need to leave the city and with each person who left the city the risk of getting contaminated would rise. No, the city was not the answer. My family had chosen not to listen to me- I'd proposed that we stayed where we were in King's County, in Georgia. There was plenty of farm land, enough shops to tide us over for a while, until a time where we could grow food enough to keep us alive… also, we had a large amount of weapons in the Sherriff's Station. Hell, I'm from Georgia, we all got guns.
My family- my mother, father, sister and brother, had all left for Atlanta, the so- called safe haven, and they'd left me behind. When the world goes to shit, as it had, people's priorities sometimes change and it becomes very much a situation regarding survival of the fittest. My family felt it was in their best interest to go to the city. I knew it wasn't. Did they listen to reason? No. I mourned their loss but I tried everything to get them to stay and they would not listen. My family figured save who they could- why risk the life of two children when you could mourn the loss of one? Besides, the fact that I'd had survival training had left them with some sort of hope that I would be able to stay alive.
My mother was a delicate soul- she was short with a blond pixie cut when I'd last seen her. My sister had taken after her in looks, both of them maintained sun kissed glows and never burned during the intense heat of Georgia. My brother and I had taken after my father- though I did have my mother's lack of height. My father was a tall man with dark chestnut, curly hair. The three of us were pale, and we all had overactive thyroids which meant we ate whatever we liked and remained skinny, though, with the lack of sufficient food sources I was even thinner than usual. I wasn't really complaining though.
I'd taken to wearing skinny jeans and baggy combat trousers rather than skirts and dresses. I didn't want to leave any part of my body exposed, I didn't fancy the zombie infection despite how fashionable it had become. No doubt next season Victoria's Secret would be advertising their fall line of risqué- zombie looks.
I wore vest tops with shirts over the top which meant protection from contamination, and also layers, if I got to hot I could easily take something off. The clothes were hard wearing and they were good for all sorts of weather. I felt I was onto a winning outfit.
As Zombie populations went Georgia wasn't too bad, especially during the day. For whatever reason, Zombies were more nocturnal creatures, they swarmed places during the night but during the day I'd only see one or two. I figured that to some degree, they were sensitive to bright light and so it was easier to move during the night. I also figured that the cool temperatures also helped, during the day their skin would roast, during the night they kept cool- basic animal like behaviour. During the day they also gave off some sort of an oil that coated their skin which contributed- in no small part to their horrendous stench- even if they weren't dead, like, completely, they smelt it. They had strong senses of sight and hearing- if they heard a loud noise- something along the lines of a gunshot would have zombies swarming from miles around, and that could end extremely badly.
I'd spent my time studying the zombies from afar whenever I could. I'd set up two secure locations on either side of the town- one in the Sherriff's jail, the other in my house. I had tinned food in both, and guns as well. I always carried two bags with me- one filled with food and clothes, the other filled with guns in case I got stuck in a building surrounded by a swarm.
I'd set up a look out on top of one of the buildings opposite the hospital. It'd been a month since the outbreak and I'd come across no other survivors since everyone foolishly left for Atlanta. I always kept look out though- killing a walker whenever I could without making a noise- choosing to use guns with silencers, or whenever possible my dagger. It wasn't hard to kill a zombie, any hit to their brain stopped them stone dead, only they tended to stay dead afterwards.
I was looking through a pair of binoculars when movement to my right caught my eye, "Well that's interesting" I mumbled as I tweaked the binoculars to clear the sight before me. I could see that someone was moving about in one of the rooms but what I couldn't tell was whether he was alive or dead- and- walking. I'd already done a sweep of the hospital, calling out checking if there was anyone still alive on each floor, when I'd received no answer I checked a couple of the rooms but figured everyone was dead. I'd locked a couple of the zombies in the canteen area and painted a warning in case everyone entered the hospital looking for medication.
"Shit!" I hissed when I caught sight of the fact that the man was very much alive as he stumbled around his room. I grabbed my packs and head downstairs and across the road into the hospital. I head straight for the second floor where I'd seen the man and glanced around the room before seeing his chart.
The man was a Deputy Sherriff; he'd been shot in the line of duty and had gone into a coma. I'd hate to be in his situation, waking up to find everyone dead and yet not staying dead. I followed the man's footprints to the canteen I'd locked the zombies in. I grimaced when I saw them trying to claw their way out and get to him. "Hi" I greeted, the man whipped round and fixed me with a hard gaze, "What the fuck is going on here?"
"Ah, pleasant conversation… I'll tell you everything but we need to go somewhere more secure" the man glanced around and, seeing the state that everything was in, gave a sharp nod. As I led him down the stairs and outside he stumbled back as he was hit with the full pelt of the Georgia Sun, I gave him my sunglasses.
"I didn't know you were in there… if I had I would've come- fixed up some of the machinery and made sure to move you around a bit. You're in the pain you're in because no one's exercised you for about a month"
"You've been in a coma" I stated, "I looked at your chart when I came to find you. I'm sorry" I couldn't afford to wait for the man to take in what I'd said, I merely kept going and hoped that he was following. When I finally did turn I saw him looking at all the bodies that I had placed in the grounds of the hospital- the army had started to do it but they'd perished before too long.
I was planning to take him to my base at the Sherriff's station but as we got closer, he began to direct me towards where I assumed his house was.
"My name's Robyn by the way"
"Rick" I nodded and continued to follow him until we reached his house.