The Zombie Apocalypse 2

Chapter 7 - The Allies of Nicholas Andrew

We followed the two men further into the library. The library didn't look like a library anymore – there were a lot of people bustling about, and there was a lot of noise. Most of the books were no longer in readable condition, either. Many shelves had fallen. Several books lay torn up on the floor. The white walls had been splattered with blood. Many people stood with guns, rigid like army men.

The two men led us through another door, probably into the room which was once the librarian's office. The library had more supplies than we thought it would have – there was ammo, guns, food, water, even electricity. How they managed to have all this even during a zombie apocalypse is out of my understanding.

The room we just entered was a small but comfortable room. There was a small fireplace opposite to the door from which we entered. The fireplace had a small fire burning in it, keeping the room warm. The room looked more like the living room of a home than an office.

There was a comfortable-looking chair. This was one of those throne-like chairs whose backs went higher than your head. There were a few other normal-sized chairs. One of the two men sat on the huge chair, motioning all three of us to sit on the small chairs. The walls were painted white. The floor was wooden, and all of us made loud click-tick noises on the floor as we moved.

"So, are you sure none of you were touched or bitten?" said the man who was now sitting comfortably on the big chair.

"Nope," I supplied.

"Alright. But we must confirm this. Dr. Faris here will do a quick blood test to verify that you don't have the virus in your blood. This will be the final stage of testing. After this, we shall take you safely to the base."

And so, we all held out our arms as Dr. Faris took a sample from each of us.

"Now, let us start eating, while Dr. Faris runs the tests."

Food was served by some of the army-civilians whom we had seen earlier. Food consisted of fried bacons, roast eggs, spaghetti and some weird-name - but delicious - Italian dessert.

Just as we finished eating, Dr. Farris came back into the room, with a smile on his face.

"I have run the tests. All three of them are virus-free. A good job reaching the library, all three of you. You are the first group to come here with not even one person infected. Of course, we have the antidote, so we inject the antidote into those who are infected. We have been preparing-"

"Thank you for your assistance, Dr. Faris. I am here to inform them about what we are doing and what we are not. You may go now."

Dr. Faris left, looking slightly disappointed to be interrupted in his speech.

"Yes, so we have been working on the antidote for the virus," said the man who sat on the big chair. "We have successfully developed an antidote for the virus. We are producing it in great quantities and hope to launch these antidotes in gaseous form into the city. We have discovered through tests that though the zombies are dead, yet they require oxygen, as they produce energy in the cells for basic movement. We will soon launch the antidote into the country city-by-city, killing all the virus cells in the human bodies. Even though most of the humans will not survive after the virus is killed, it will ensure the safety of survivors, and some might even make it through the reversal. Thus, we hope to restore humanity on our planet. On a side note, it took me twenty minutes to write this speech and by-heart it."

We all chuckled. Finally, after some more chatting and knowing each other, we found out that this guy's name was Baron, and he had formerly been an architect. He had joined Nicholas Andrew an year after the breakout, sometime in 2016.

Finally, he said, "Enough talking. We must now make our way to the base."

And so, all four of us got up, and exited the room. Lights had been switched on in the library, though they were minimal, since lights attract zombies. Baron led us, through another door, into a room that had been modified into a garage. One wall had been broken, and a jeep stood in the room, a man adding fuel to the tank. The jeep was big enough for 5 people. Baron declared that he would not join us, but another person, whose name was Sam, would drive us to the base. Sam would be fully responsible for our safety, and had received training to fight zombies and take care of our safety.

Wow. So much formality.

Sam was the guy who had been fuelling the jeep tank. He was a muscular but friendly guy, and, from the way she talked to Sam, it was clear that Angela had an immediate crush on him.

"Hello there," said Angela in a tone neither Carter nor I had ever heard Angela talking in.

"Hello. I'm Sam. I'll drive you guys to the base. Your safety-"

"Please. We've already heard all that. Let's just go," I said.

"OK. Just wait a moment longer. I have to fill up the tank. It's almost done."

We sat in the car for about a minute, and then Sam joined us, sitting in the driver's seat.

"Buckle up, everyone. And don't forget to load your weapons, since we might have to fight a zombie or two, even though the path to the base has been cleared several times."

Angela sat beside Sam, continuously looking at him with dazed eyes.

"Okay. Here we go," he said and floored the accelerator.