30 Days of Undead Summer [Zombie Challenge]

June 17th: #SciFiSaturday

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It turned out that even humans were capable of stupidity. We were on the verge of world war III and according to news outlets only one viable option was left on the table. The smaller countries had only one option available to them at this point.

I lean back in my chair nursing a final glass of bourbon. The room has gone blurry and the lights are flickering. Probably due to the fact most of the lights hang down from the ceiling. Down the hallway I can still hear the low siren wailing. It won't stop until the breaker finally dies out.

Dragging the glass against my lips, I take another careful sip. It's the last glass available to me. The bottle next to me has long reached past empty and this glass has lasted me a little while. Not exactly sure how much longer I have.

Anyway, like I said before even humans were capable of stupidity. World War III had begun and a single had chosen the precise moment when to release their most prized chemical weapon in their arsenal. Why in the world the country was working on a zombie related chemical is still beyond me.

Maybe they thought it wouldn't work exactly as it was meant. Maybe the test runs in the lab had been inconclusive. Perhaps they just didn't care anymore.

All I know is they finally had enough and dropped the stupid bomb on the United States. Within hours, the bombed city was infected with the dead. People that had been killed in the initial blast had been reanimated and the ones that hadn't been killed, were animated as well. It was a deadly combination. Only the ones that weren't dead when infected, it took a little longer for them to animate.

They all had a hunger for flesh, human flesh in particular.

The stupid part of the entire situation was the chemical was in the air. It didn't just affect us, the United States, within a few months, other countries had become infected. The first few were Canada, Mexico, and after Canada and Alaska were covered, Russia was next.

The United States had tried to protect it's high ranking officials after the outbreak.

That didn't pan out so good. After all the chemical was in the air, we were all infected. Even if you didn't experience the symptoms, the infection was inside you. If you got sick with something that killed you, you reanimated. Scientists and doctors had tried in underground facilities, just like this one, to cure the ones that weren't showing symptoms.

We hoped we might be immune, but that was not the case.

Suddenly I heard it. The rumbling of the door at the end of the hall. Thankfully I managed to lock that damn door when the doctor, Hilliard, became aggressive. He had volunteered to be the one to die. Unfortunately, before anyone could do any experiment, he broke free from the restraints and killed two doctors before he was shot. The doctor he had killed that were still viable, chose that moment to strike. Within an hour we were on lock down, completely isolated underground without help.

Lock-down protected other sections of the facility. We couldn't let anything get out of the facility. Some of the experiments made the animated bodies even more aggressive and their exterior like granite.

So, I knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through. I had managed to hide myself away until it was time. I sent out the distress call that would keep anyone from returning to his facility and I completely locked every section down. We'd lose power in another hour. The generator would stop in a couple of days from the fuel already filled.

Though that didn't matter. The air filtration system was connected to the power itself. It stop working way before the generator quit.

Raising from the chair, I glanced down the hall toward the reinforced door. There were more groans, moans, from the other side now. With even more reanimated bodies, they'd get through that door soon.

Glancing at the glass, the liquid beginning to blur, I realized I probably drank a bit too much at this point. That bottle had been near full when I started. Maybe it was the liquid courage that had brought me to this point. The point of not caring anymore. I had already lost my family from this mess, it was about time to joined them.

Quickly, I downed the rest in the glass filling my own stomach betray me for a second. Then, I reached for the tiny silver matted box. Reaching inside, I pulled out the handgun, checked the rounds in the chamber.

Just one. Perfect.

As I lifted the gun against the side of my head, my eyes drifted toward the picture of my wife and daughter.

"Daddy's coming home, baby."

I pulled the trigger just as the door finally gave out.