First 12 Chapters - How I Became A Crazy Cat Lady To Survive A Zombpocalyse

Chapter 8 (redone)

Chapter 8 (7&8 redone)

Master-at-Arms Warrant Officer Leo Thorpe and Chief Petty Officer Aristotle 'Aries' Karagianis sprinted down a street toward a high rise, as Aries called for Norkman over their communication channel. "Nork, we're coming in hot with uninvited guests."

"Drop when I tell you," Senior Chief Norkman's voice was almost a growl as a cat hissed. "Tiger doesn't like your friends. Boss wants to know..."

"Not our friends," Leo interrupted, adding, "No one was left at the hospital. The infected got in and dragged them all out into the street and ate them." He tried not to imagine how horrible their deaths were. Blood and body parts were scattered for a block around the building and the inside looked like a slaughterhouse.

"Drop." Norkman's order was like a drumbeat.

Both crouched immediately. The group stumbling after them began falling down. Almost two seconds later the sound of the shots echoed from far away.

"Clear. Rescue Boss says proceed to next location. Elementary school on South Boulivard."

Leo and Aries stood up. There was a pile of a dozen perfectly preserved bodies on the road with their heads blown apart.

"Roger and thanks, Nork," Leo answered.

"Next time, Tiger comes with us," Aries insisted. He looked at the map. "This would be easier if we could drive."

"Too much noise. Get moving, I have to cover team three. Try not to get eaten while I'm busy," Norkman ordered.

"We need to find some bikes." Leo muttered as Aries groaned. "I can't ride a bike." 

"Maybe we can find a tandem bike, you like those ones the tourist ride double at the beach."

"You are not riding double where I can see you." Norkman growled. "Keep it in the bedroom. Now move!"

"Then you shouldn't have set us up on our first day," Aries taunted.

Chuckling, they looked at each other and then started jogging.

By evening, they had escorted fifteen people to safety from the school. They joined over two hundred civilians brought in by other teams. As the Navy medics examined those rescued, they radioed back bad news. Half those brought to the docks were sick from eating contaminated food. Nothing could help them, so they would be made comfortable until they passed away before being cremated. Those who were bitten were swabbed with cat saliva. The Naval doctors had figured out that an enzyme and natural detergent combination which occurred in cat saliva was the most effective thing against the organism when combined with a mild debridement cleaning.

Flying out to the fleet with those who were uninfected, Leo had to wake Aries when they landed after midnight. They stumbled with their team to shower then sleep. The Navy Seals and sailors did the grunt work of going out as rescue teams, while others like Lionel worked to coordinate information dispersal and rescue arrangements for twenty hours a day. Leo woke up and decided to find his twin.

His brother came in as Lionel finished talking to a librarian in Baltimore. Leo read over Lionel's shoulder as he sipped a cup of black coffee.

Baltimore is filled with hundreds of thousands of dead people, and I haven't seen any of them walking around. My boyfriend was so afraid of the zombie rumors he locked himself in a freezer to die and he was rotting when I found him.

Lionel typed aggressively.

Please, Babette. The Zombiism is real. Pharaoh's Yeast causes it.

Stay where you are until we can come and get you.