Code: Z.E.R.O. - The Outbreak

Act 3 Ch. 2

Long Ride Home

"Is everything alright?" the President pops his head out of the chopper. "I heard a gunshot and a lot of screeching... Is it safe to come out?" "Don't worry Mr. President, everything fine now." Jordon replies. Sigh. Yeah, 'fine'. "Ok good, let's get going then. Knowing more of those thing are out here is making me a bit nervous." "Of course, right away Mr. President." Jordon replies as we all walk back to the chopper and get in. "Let's go." Jordon tells the pilot. "You got it."

"What's got you down... Lizard is it?" The President asks me. "It's Iguana sir, but um... you can call me Lizard if you'd like..." I reply nervously. "Alright then, Iguana, what's wrong?" "J-just... kinda upset about what happened to Hotshot..." "Ah, I know how you feel son." "You do sir?" "Yes I do. Back when the outbreak had started, I had lost my Vice President, Kevin Arellano, to a pack of walkers that attacked us. I was giving a speech on marijuana in California when they started attacking my audience. My security protected me as I escaped in a helicopter but my dear friend and VP, wasn't so lucky." "Oh wow... I'm sorry for your loss sir..." "Hey don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. I'm ok now, he was a good man." "I bet he was sir." "And your friend Hotshot, she was a good woman. I can see that." "Yeah she was..." I respond, sounding a little down. "Hey don't worry son, you still have your friends." "Yeah, you're right sir." "Here," He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a joint and offers it to me, "This will calm your nerves." "Uh no thank you Mr. President, I don't smoke." I deny his offer with a chuckle. "Suit yourself, more for me!" He puts it back in his pocket. Our President really is a unique one.

We arrive at the safe camp to drop off President Vazquez. "Alright Mr. President, this is your stop." Jordon tells the President. "Please, call me Carlos. You've all earned my trust and I'm forever in your debt. If you need any political favors, or weed, I got you guys covered." We all laugh "Alright thank you Mr- uh, I mean Carlos." Jordon responds, "Take care!"

We all say our goodbyes to the President and board our chopper once again. "What a day." Andrew says after a long exhale. "You can say that again." I reply. We all sit there for the remainder of the ride, in complete silence.

The silence is broken when Jordon asks "You guys still want those drinks?" he laughs, trying to break the tension. "Yeah I could use a few right about now." I laugh awkwardly. "Alright then, when we get home, we'll drop off our stuff, and I'll get my wallet. Then we'll go to the bar down the street." Jordon says with a smile. "Um... I think we might need to take a raincheck on that..." Andrew jumps in looking out the window. "Why?" I question as we land. "Look" he points at the door that leads to our house. I take a look outside. Crap. "What are they doing here?"

Remember how I said there were only four Divisions? Well there's a 5th Division. Division 5: The Agents. The Agents' job is to keep our city safe from harm and inforce the law. They're kind of the police nowadays. There is always one of each Division per city.

As we step out of the chopper, Jordon greets them, "Hello, I am Jordon Ocampo," He holds out his hand to shake but they deny it, "I am the leader of this Division. How can I help you?" They look almost identical. Both are tall, pretty tough looking dudes with dark brown hair. Only difference is that one has a scar on his cheek. The one without the scar opens his mouth and says "We've come for him." As he points to Andrew. "What? Me? Why?" Andrew asks. "Yeah? Why him?" I question. The one with a scar replies, "We've received word from HQ that you've created a whole new mutated species."