(The gang is in the infirmary, tending to the wounded.)
LEON:
(to a 10-year-old boy) Hey, buddy. How you holding up?
BOY:
I'm fine. I just scraped my leg badly.
LEON:
Can I see it? (BOY lifts up leg.) Thanks. (grabs gauze)
BOY:
Mister?
LEON:
Yeah?
BOY:
Do you know what happened when, you know, the thing started?
(LEON looks at him.)
LEON:
Where were you at the time?
BOY:
I was in a coma.
LEON:
Well thank God you made it out okay.
BOY:
But what happened?
(LEON sighs. He wipes off the dirt on the wound with a wet rag.)
LEON:
There was an unknown virus going around. So many people were dying from it.
BOY:
So, it was the virus that turns them into those things?
LEON:
Not exactly, kiddo. You see, it had been going around for a year when the scientists managed to find the cure for it.
BOY:
So, it was the cure then?
LEON:
Um, no. You know how oil and water act when they're mixed together?
BOY:
They stay separated. You can't mix them no matter what.
LEON:
Yeah. That's kind of what the virus and the cure was like. The only difference is the results. Instead of them just separating, they made a deadly pair. Together they shut down all systems in the body and mutate them.
BOY:
That's what they are? Just mutated humans?
LEON:
It's more complicated than that. (puts away rag and wraps gauze around leg.)
BOY:
Mister?
LEON:
Yeah.
BOY:
Do you know how long it's been?
LEON:
Two years next month.
BOY:
That's a long time to barely survive here.
LEON:
It sure is. (continues with gauze-wrapping)
SUSSIE:
(stabs patient with a pin) Ack! Sorry, dude. There's a reason I don't usually play doctor. I keep damaging more than I should.
PATIENT:
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