Last Dawn of a Horde

Chapter Two: The Plan ~1 James

~James~

    "I d-don't know," says John after some comments and questions about today fill the room. It's all about complaints and anxieties of dying.

    I just let my best friend sit in one corner and think of something we can do. Even I who looked that brave were afraid to die too. I don't want to die. If at least I need to, not like this.

    I opened the TV once again, and gladly no one disapproves--I bet no one even noticed the TV was on.

    It's the reporter last time again. The last part of his report was cut off when I turned the TV off. Not only I was the one nearest, but I bet no one can even bear looking at the stressed reporter's face. In my horror, I watch him read reports while sitting in a helicopter.

    Why being in a helicopter? I want to see--well also the kids who want to see a glimpse of the road outside--what the hell is really happening on our world. I listen all ears, if ever this update would be the most important one I need to listen at. Or the last.

    "We are here up-air to give an update about the recent pandemic accident, in concentration at the Burgundy Avenue. We are sad to say this, but the famous Joseph's University was one of the areas infected with the unknown virus spreading like wildfire. Recent reports say it started when the school's connection was cut off, signaling something happened. A team of masked virus investigators were on their way to the school to see what happened. We tried to contact the school, but since their line was disconnected, we have no current news about the students inside." The reporter was gone, and on the screen, it shows now what Burgundy Ave. looks like.

    It wasn't nice. The street was full of the identically marching dead people, and just on the screen, the camera gets footage of one old lady being surrounded by the undead. Looking back inside the Office, John was watching, but says nothing. Now he must be worrying about his family.

    I know he had a mother and two sisters, who were in the danger of dying today. But me, since I was an orphan, I can only pray for the safety of my friends, the priests and sisters that raised me, and everyone still alive.

    The report ends in saying the country's president Richard Robinson had the country in quarantine--and a degree of proclaiming the country in a state of calamity.

    I turn the TV off, thinking about things. John and I and some students used to watch movies with a man-eating flock of creatures, and liked the violence. Never thinking what will happen if it happens on real life. Going back to President Robinson, I know he's hiding something. And in time, if that rescue team doesn't come to our aid, I'm afraid we are to die.

    Standing up, I slide the window curtains a bit, and tried to see the outside environment. Not like a while ago, now it's the undead's moan and groans, as they were probably finding someone to eat up and turn it into like them. Some were just outside our door, and John told me he had the theory these freaks can smell us. Yeah, who wouldn't be so desperate when hungry?

    When a lot of students were running on the grounds a while ago, now the grounds weren't for the living. Oh, I doubt if we're the last ones alive. But the thought of some epidemic spreading throughout the country, and eventually, the whole planet, seems unbearable. I wait for fresh reports, but they aren't giving anything recent on the TV. They just showed a few men wearing white suits and tasers taking out a few undead. But in the increasing number of the undead...well, I don't want to say it.

    What if this pandemic disease is to spread? No matter how I want to dismiss the topic, I can't. I see images inside my head--children, old people and everyone being like those creepy creatures. Even us, who tries to resist their number. For a while, the Office looked peaceful as some of our schoolmates have drifted off to sleep. Good thing, at least it's only us awake who hear the bothersome scratching sounds that came from the door.