And All It Took Was One Bullet

Flashback

I get a call on my Dni, from the government of course. "Hello? Taylor? I need to speak to you about something." It's the Minister...he sounds...worried. "This is Taylor. Is everything all right?" I answer, hopping it's nothing big. "I'm afraid not, do you remember anything from when you lost Kane?" Kane? What about her? She died from the poison gas, what would be so important about that? "Yes, she died from a poisonous gas that was there since the accident. Why? Did it escape?" I was hoping the answer was no but I knew to well that it wasn't. "That gas is actually not a poison gas, but a virus. Or more specifically, a virus that turns you into pretty much the walking dead." I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is this a joke? "Sir, you can't possibly be saying that  the gas turns people into zombies do you?" "That is exactly what I'm saying." "Damn, I really didn't want that to be the answer. Well what would you like me to do about it? I mean, there isn't much I can do." Zombies? I get called to kill zombies? If I wasn't half machine I probably would have pinched myself. I have to be dreaming. "I want you and your team, to go out there and stop it before it spreads." "Well I'm sorry to tell you this but it's just me, after the convolecionce disaster it ended up being just me." "But...Hendricks, John, the others..." "Are all gone sir, it's just me now." To say that to a man whom we all saved, a man that brought all of us together, his saviors...it really hurt to tell him. I could hear the hurt in his voice. And he could probably hear it in mine. "Well...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to trouble you..." "No trouble at all sir, if that's what you want done, I'll go do it." As much as I didn't want to, I knew it had to be taken care of. That's what Hendricks would have done, jump into danger in order to save lives. Even if it meant death to us. "Thank you...thank you so much! I will send a group of volunteers to help." Volunteers?! Is he insane?! "Sir, volunteers? Don't you think we should find professionals?" I mean, plain volunteers aren't enough to take on a whole hoard of zombies, at least, not without a DNI. "I meant volunteers who are willing to change themselves to be more like you." More like me? He has no clue. "Are you saying your going to give me a bunch of new people who are willing to undergo surgery, to have a Dni installed in them, who have no fighting experience?!" "No...not with out experience...you are going to train them." Woah woah woah, me...train newbies? Ok now he's lost his mind. "Sir I can't train them..." "Sure you can...you were trained." Yea, I was trained alright, through a simulation while I was in a coma. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." "Thank you Taylor, I really appreciate it." "Thank you sir." He hangs up, I stare off into space deep in thought. He wants me, to train newbies, fight zombies, and stop the spread of the virus? This sounds like a job for the real Taylor, not me. That Taylor would have trained them. The real Taylor would have killed every infected thing in his path. The real Taylor could have stopped the spread. The real Taylor could do this, not me. I've never taught anyone in my life, I was always the one being taught. I need rest, maybe that Taylor will visit me like every time I go to sleep, maybe he can tell me what to do.