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

Act 6 Ch. 3

Damnation

See? I don't need no smart juice to help me think! I know what I'm doing! "What's the plan Iguana?" Jordon asks. "Ok, when Garcia hit the wall, it loosened a metal tile on the wall," I point at the sharp edge sticking out of the wall, "It looks sharp enough to cut out ropes. If one of us can get up there and cut loose your hands, you can untie the rest of us." "But who's gonna do it?" Dom jumps in, "I don't reach that high." We all turn to Kevin. "God damn it. Very well."

Kevin goes to stand on the bench to cut himself loose when we hear the door unlock. "Sit!" We whisper loudly. Kevin falls to his seat just as the door opens. Mr. Scar and No Scar walk in. "You two?! What the hell are you doing here?!" I snap. They step aside to let the President step in. "Carlos Vazquez." I growl. "Yes, Lizard. It's me." He gives me an evil smile, "I hope none of you plan to escape. Because you all are gonna be here a while." He chuckles to himself.

"W-what are you planning on doing to us?" Dom questions nervously. "Oh well I was going to just kill you all, because you know too much. But I decided, why kill you? Why not just have you all turned?" He laughs an evil laugh. "You're sick Vazquez!" Garcia snaps. "You don't even know." He gives him a very evil grin, "You all have such great skills, I must admit. That's why I've decided to turn you all. You'll all make excellent pawns in my master plan to kill off humanity!" Another evil laugh.

"Fuck you! I'm not letting you turn my team into those things!" Jordon snaps at him. "Ah, that's why you will be turned first." Vazquez grins at him, "Take him and his little sidekick too!" Vazquez turns around and walks away. Mr. Scar walks over to me. "Nighty night, Lizard." Bam! Lights out.

I open my eyes; I'm laying down on a table. My face is killing me. "Where am I?" I sit up. I'm in another metal room. I look over and see Jordon strapped down onto another table. "Jordon?!" I get up and run over to him to let him loose. No use, it's locked. "Jordon wake up!" I shout at him. He opens his eyes, "Huh? What?" "Dude! I gotta get you out of here!" "Where am I?" "No time to explain! Help me break these straps!"

I try my hardest to break the metal straps holding him down, it's no use. I can't break metal. Jordon squirms to try to get out. Nothing's working. "Muahahaha! What's wrong Lizard? Can't save another one of your teammates? Don't worry," A giant arm with a long syringe, filled with some purple liquid, lowers from the ceiling, "I'll make sure to make his transformation as slow and painful as possible!" Vazquez laughs as the needle gets closer to Jordon. "I've got to get you out of here!!!" I shout in a panic. "No! It's too late!" Jordon shouts at me. "It's not too late! I can sti-" "Iguana! Listen to me!" Jordon interrupts, "It's too late, there's nothing we can do." "But I-" "Listen, you were a great teammate, and even a better friend. You were like the brother I never had. Thank you for always being by my side." I feel tears falling down my face. "Jordon..." The needle gets closer. "One last thing." "What is it??" The needle injects the liquid into his neck. "Give him hell..." And with that, Jordon's eyes shut. "Yes sir, Cap." I salute, tears running down my face onto the floor.

I drop my head on the table, into my arms, and grieve the loss of my friend. The metal straps unlock and open. I step back quickly, as Jordon begins to shake. He starts to make walker moans. Oh no... It's happening...

Jordon sits up and turns his head. He sees me. This isn't good... Jordon moans and jumps off the table, stumbling towards my direction. I back up, only to trip and fall. With no weapon to defend myself, I back up into a corner, fearing for my life. Jordon gets closer and closer. Only a few feet in front of me. This is it... This is how I die...