Mania of the Zombies Book 44

Chapter Twenty-One-Contaminated-(Part one)

(This section is in Europe)

Berlin, Germany,

9 March, 2014,

2:00 PM.

"New York is contaminated", Jennifer Y. Roale stated.

"Are you sure?", Carter Haeri, (the head of ZID), (Zombie Infectious Diseases), smoked a cigarette. He shivered.

"Yes, my report is valid".

"Your report states that all of the Island of New York is contaminated, like a B horror movie". He shook his head, as he spoke to Doctor Clara Bergini, MD, Head of Zox, (Zombie Only Medicine Houses). She smoked a cigarette too.

"La donna americana sa molto. Essa è utile per i montanti". She watched the group of experts across Europe; she watched Jennifer.

"Gli zombie sono molto pericolose. Quando pungono; alimentazione; essi risuscitare dai morti. Possiamo fermare la mania? Possiamo evitare un'altra guerra? Possiamo dedicare le nostre vite per debellare una minaccia che non può morire?", she asked.

"Abbiamo i nostri Zombie Case a Roma. Non è sicuro con la SS ripieno. Troppi morti nei campi di concentramento. L'epoca moderna del 21° secolo deve essere colpito da ultra Right-Wing Nazisti salendo e seguendo le orme del Führer disse".

"I laboratori devono essere bruciate. Come quelli in Louisiana, Stati Uniti".

"We know of the CLASSIFIED project in the Deep South of The United States of America". Carter smiled; Jennifer shivered.

"Why did you request me for the report?".

"You were new. The General Gretel Harding mess was the US Army's mess. We did what we did because we have our orders".

"Orders! Orders, to continued a closed down experiment".

"The future of America is not in our hands. America is too arrogant to submit to us. The Zombies are to be taken care of in their cages".

"You can't keep them in their. Nor in other places".

"Pagheremo $5.000 euro per la relazione, Jennifer...per stare tranquilli". They grabbed .9mm guns out of their white colored lab coats...and aimed it at her head.

"Jesus! You'd kill to save your asses!".

"Ecco un oro penna a feltro. Firmare il rilascio della carta. Sarà come non abbiamo mai pensato di uccidere, Jennifer", Clara threatened.

"Murder is right up your alley! Okay, I'll sign. But the Zombies aren't controllable. They're Zombies. They feed; they bite; they infect".

She signed the paper.

"Good, now. Let's go outside. There's a black colored limousine ready to take you home". Carter smiled. "New York was my home...it's gone. I'll go to Staten Island".

She walked away from the killer scientists.

The double doors opened.

"I'm sure that this won't leave this room, Jennifer".

"No. I just want to survive".

"Good, I'm glad to see that you are well behaved. Good bye!".

"Good bye!".

She walked past the Meeting Room. She opened the door, then saw Luigi Carbnfe, the driver, smile. "È triste vedere che si lasciano, Miss Roale". He let her inside the passenger-side door of the limousine. Once it closed, Luigi opened the driver's-side door, then got inside.

When they put the black colored seatbelts on, Jennifer rested her strained feet onto the plush red colored seats, and relaxed for the first time in a long time...as the vehicle headed through the exotic German, streets...and headed to Cologne/Bonn Airport within half an hour.

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