The Zombie Apocalypse 2

Chapter 12 - Preparing

That day, at about 12 noon, one hour before our duty started, we were called again by Nicholas.

"Hello, again, you three. Excellent job you did yesterday, I hope you had a good night's sleep, since I have some work for you guys. Very exciting work. And you guys are lucky to be getting it, since your names will go down in history as the people who helped finishing the virus. I hope you are in for it. What say?"

"What really do we have to do?" Angela asked.

"Like I had said on the day before you were hired, you have to take a scientist from the base to the first city where we are ending the infection, which is Phoenix. But I will not force you. I chose you only on the basis of your shooting skills. Excuse me if that was an insult, Angela. And of course, your – ahem – driving skills."

"First thing, I take it as a compliment, and second thing, how do you know about our driving skills? We walked to the library," Angela said.

"I've been, well, watching your progress. How do you think I chose you for your job? You never shot a sing bullet at the library either, did you? How do you think I knew you put up a hell of a fight with the zombies?"

"Well..."

"Forget the past. Tell me, do you guys want to do it or not? Remember, I am not forcing you. I have enough other people to choose from. But you were my first preference. Please decide."

I looked at Carter. He always spoke up for all of us in such situations. But now, he just said, "I'm in. You decide for yourselves."

"I'm ready, too," I said.

Angela hesitated. Then finally, she reluctantly nodded her head.

"Perfect. The launch is on the outskirts of the city, and you'll have to travel about 600 miles from base. We'll give you a 4-seater fast car, and you'll be there in about 8 hours. Any questions you want to ask, please do so now. And yeah, you'll be leaving day after tomorrow. You'll stay at the launch centre for 5 days."

"And what about supplies?" Carter asked.

"You'll be given enough ammo and guns to clear the whole of Phoenix. As for food and water, we'll send some supplies with you, while you will find more of them at the launch centre."

"What weapons will we be given? Same old standard-issue?" Angela asked

"No. This time we'll give you slightly more...hardcore guns. You'll know soon."

"Can we meet the scientist? You know, just to make acquaintance with him," Carter said.

"Unfortunately, no. He is quite busy making preparations right now. We don't have a lot of scientists, and the ones we do have are astonishingly overworked."

"Okay. Anything else you want to explain before hand?" I asked.

"I think I've covered all the points. You can go now."

We went over to the complex entrance. Ours was the second shift. The first shift had started at 8 a.m. Our duty was longer, but it was only for today. Otherwise it was just three 8-hour shifts.

The next day also passed in a blur. Finally, the day of our departure came.

We had nothing to pack, so we didn't have to prepare much for the travel. But we did need to prepare for a fight. We took some med kits from the storage room, since we were told they were not included in the supplies. We also took some food from the dining room, in case of emergencies.

Finally, the time came. We were sitting lazily on our beds when there was a knock on the door.

"It's time transporters. Let's move," someone said, before we had opened the doors.

"Coming, coming. We don't have a train to catch," Carter said.

"Yeah, but you have a missile to launch," he said.

Carter opened the door. It was the scientist himself. He was slightly thin, and had brown eyes. Uncannily, he did not wear spectacles. His hair was jet black, and very short. He hadn't shaved for weeks. He wore the normal white lab coat. His facial features had crazily too much contrast. While his hair seemed to have been cut a few days ago, he hadn't shaved for weeks. While he looked underfed and overworked, his hair was as perfect as a fashion model's hair. His teeth were perfect white, but his lips were cracked.

"Let's go, shall we?" he said. He had a smooth, business-like tone.

We all followed him. He already knew where to go.

We finally reached a garage.

"Don't tell me this beautiful, young, wonderful, lovely car is our ride to Phoenix," I said, the moment I saw the white-as-new Audi R S7.

"It is. You like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" I said.

"Well, your weapons are there on that table," he said.

"Oh, man," Carter said. He immediately picked up an AK-47.

"This one's mine," he said.

I went over to the table. Two more guns remained there: a Heckler and Koch Assault Rifle and an Uzi.

I picked up the assault rifle.

"You're mine, beauty," I said.

Angela picked up the Uzi.

"It'll do. Can't I have an FN Scar?" she asked.

"These weapons have been chosen specially for you. We can give you the gun of your choice, but it is better to use these," he said, not knowing the difference between an Uzi and an FN Scar.

"I want it," she said.

"Okay," he said.

"Baron! Do we have an FN Scar?" he shouted.

"No. But we do have an ACR!"

The scientist turned to Angela.

"I can have that," she said. Looks like she loved Assault Rifles. I wondered why she took a shotgun from the weapons store then...

Finally, we were ready. I, once again, took the driver's seat. Carter sat beside me while Angela took the back seat with the scientist.

"Ready to save the world?" I asked all of them.

"Oh, you bet," Carter said.

"Okay. Here we go," I said, and hit the gas.