Chaos!
The TV showed scenes out of a nightmare. All Strain 3 patients were quarantined, they had been for days. And now, footage was coming out of the CDC hospitals. Cellphone videos, clips and camera stills. Leaking and showing the world what was really happening. What was coming. Strain 3 victims had begun changing, mutating. Stronger, bigger, their skin becoming translucent and the muscles and tissue underneath now visible. In essence, they were inside out. Hair falling off. Eyes a piercing blue.
Breaking free they were attacking without mercy. Searching out the humans on the screen. Seeking and...and...eating.
The word...ZOMBIES...ZOMBIES...ZOMBIES...were flashing along the bottom portion of the TV.
At the same time, my mom and dad both screamed out the name "Ash!"
Now I truly felt terror. My insides had gone cold. He was out there. Out in this.
Mom grabbed her cell phone and starting calling. I could hear the ringing in her ear.
The school didn't answer and the busy dial tone became a constant. So Ash's phone was next.
My parents were arguing, while waiting. Our house had to be made safe. Dad yelled about supplies, Mom pointed out that the garage was full of them. Mom. She had always been able to prepare. Always been able to, it seemed, just know, before something was needed.
Safety. Mom was safety.
© 2014, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB
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