"You know, this is going to be a bad idea," President Sam speaks up from the head of the table as the government goes over yet another plan to reduce overpopulation.
"What is there to go wrong? I mean there is a minimal possibility of this becoming uncontrollable. We have run a few tests and it has been proven that it is harmless." The head general counters with an evil smirk, knowing that he has put the president back in his place.
It is a well-known fact that the president is a well-respected and admired leader, one of the most out of the history of Cheshire's previous presidents.
It also is a well-known fact that for the past few years, the head general has been attempting to overthrow Sam's position and become president himself. However, he has figured out firsthand that Sam isn't one to back down easily.
They have tried for the past five years straight to remove Sam from the powerful position he holds, but haven't been successful, failing when it goes to the public vote every election.
They are hoping that this time, things would be different. They have a new plan, a new method of attack. With a little bit of hope, they believe that this time, they will be successful.
"Since we are dealing with a brand new virus that has little to no distinct symptoms–" The President continues, disregarding the general's previous comment.
"It does have distinct symptoms. We have found that the victims– Um... I mean 'experiments' have complained of sore throats, headaches, runny noses, fatigue, and fever."
"You have listed the symptoms of the influenza virus, meaning that this virus you are planning to release into the world and the influenza virus can be easily confused, sir." Sam says politely, "For all we know, this could cause a medical apocalypse, like the bubonic plague in 1351. It caused between 75–200 million deaths in Eurasia and North America."
"I'm sorry to intervene again, but firstly, we are in ENGLAND, secondly, Apocalypses involve people dying and then the deceased coming back to life." The general counters again.
"Not exactly, this was a pandemic turned apocalypse. When they did die, they did happen to come back with rather large pus-filled blisters, but still, I don't trust this method of overpopulation control. Also, you just contradicted yourself, sir," Sam chuckles lightly at the end.
"I-I...W-Well, it is either introducing the world to Corona Virus or World War 3," John, one of the opposition leaders speaks up.
Sam sighs, running a palm over his face.
"You know, I don't understand how you people can be so cruel. All of the people in Cheshire, hell, the whole of planet Earth have the right to treat people with kindness, yet here you are planning to kill off a few thousand people worldwide by letting them suffer from an illness before they die to deal with overpopulation." Sam exclaims, outraged at the lack of care for both the people of Cheshire and people worldwide.
"This has been tested and there shouldn't be–"
"Exactly! There is still a chance of a global pandemic. Let me tell you now, this virus will become uncontrollable, and it will become a blood-bath of people trying to survive and outrun the apocalyptic climate that has taken over the world." Sam says, trying to guilt-shame the government into not releasing the virus.
"If an apocalypse does occur from this virus outbreak, we won't have to deal with any paperwork. Instead, we will be trying to figure out a cure and save the remaining part of humanity, and hope to the good lord that we don't die ourselves in the process, though this is an unlikely outcome. This. Virus. Is. Controllable." The head general says, punctuating the last four words with a short pause in between each word.
Knowing the government won't back down, Sam decides to just sign the paperwork to get them off his back.
The opposition leaders mentally cheer as, finally, one of their plans is working so far.
"If this goes downhill really quickly, all I can say to you all is. I told you so." Sam says, poising a pen above the slip of paper.
~ FIVE MONTHS LATER ~
Five months have passed since the United Nations decided to release the Corona Virus to reduce the number of people populating the earth.
Within those five months, Britain alone has had 21,084 total cases, most of those turning into decaying, rotten-smelling, yellow-eyed zombies that have taken over the country as soon as they have been bitten.
"It wouldn't get out of hand, they said. It'll be fine they said." Sam sighs as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, looking out of the window and down at the mass amount of infected grazing the ground for fresh meat to feed on.
"I'd say there would be very few remaining if anything there probably won't be anyone left in England surviving... We have to save those that remain."
"You know, we could do what we always do with those people, create a detention centre and put them in that to help protect them while looking for the antidote at the same time." The general speaks up, startling Sam from his thoughts.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that you yearn to do something to save planet Earth from this medical apocalypse." The general speaks slowly as he moves closer to where the president sat.
"What do you want Snow?" Sam speaks up, becoming warier by the minute for Snow's plans.
"For you to be gone... A puff of smoke in the wind... a forgotten memory at the back of everyone's minds, so to speak." Snow says as a malicious smirk takes over his features, his eyes darkening from their usual, kind chocolate brown colour to almost black.
"You know, there is only so much one human can accomplish in their life until their time is up," Snow says while unsheathing a sword from its holster, the silver blade glinting in the orange hue pouring through the window to the left of the pair. "And it seems to me, that your time is up."
Sam has only a few moments to note the even darker glint in Snow's eyes before Snow swung himself forward, slashing the blade through Sam's right forearm.
The action produces an excruciatingly painful cut, blood escaping heavily out of the wound.
Sam moves his arm a bit, reaching for his weapon, wincing a bit as the skin pulls so that bone is visible under the damaged muscle.
He gasps in shock, disbelieving of the 'tight bond' the pair had acquired over the few years of working together had shattered into millions of pieces in a matter of a few milliseconds.
He draws his weapon with his left hand, his right laying limply by his side. He wasn't going down without a fight.
Snow smirks evilly as he swaggers over to the door, the moaning of zombies smelling the fresh blood moving closer as he places his hand on the doorknob.
"Don't you dare."
"Try me. It is about time Cheshire has a new president. I have a feeling that would be me." Snow says, admiring his dirty nails.
"In your dreams Snow."
Snow scoffs as he tightens his hand on the doorknob. "As I said, your time is up. You need to accept your fate and suffer."
Sam doesn't reply.
Snow begins to turn the doorknob, the sound of zombies scratching against the wooden panel of the door filling the silent room.
"Any last words?"
"It takes more courage to suffer than to die."
Sam watches as the next events that take place move in slow motion. Snow opens the door and with inhumane speed, runs over to the window.
He mocks a bow, his silver hair glinting in the moonlight, before disappearing with a swish of his red cloak.
Sam's eyes widen as a hoard of zombies rush into the room, desperate for a meal they have been deprived of for months.
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The Corruption | N.S AU
Fanfiction**PREVIOUSLY TITLED MAN'S GREED** "It takes more courage to suffer than to die." Those were the last words said by the previous president before everything turned into a bloodbath. Everything slowly goes downhill until it is figured out that Niall...
