NZOMBIE - The Living Dead

by Edward Warrior, Sr

- I want them alive! - Antonov was incisive in order that he spoke to his men and was amazed that there was more than one specimen for analysis. All they answered yes, but little certain that this would be possible. The first warning shot hit the right side of Frost causing wall of shrapnel reached his face violently causing him to bleed, a permanent scar would be visible forever in what was left of his human body.

  - Let's go! They found us! - Shied away successive shots that came next, but it was evident that not shot to kill, just wanted to take them somewhere where they would be captured. Nadja decided to stay back, his murderous instincts cropped up more when he felt cornered and fear was not inside.

  - I'll wait here... - Her gaze was dry enough that he did not dare challenge it. - Follow through those cars! - He pointed with his index finger and deadly to the place you expect him to follow. Frost followed to the letter the order received. The first soldier came cautiously into the danger zone without knowing that was at risk of life, Nick watched crouched behind a SUV last model, wanted to see what would happen and have an idea of what happened inside the house.

  Nadja who remained crouched behind a block of stone that had once been part of a monument and now was just rubble, rose quietly and crossed the two arms first against his chest and then back out. The two powerful hands and sharp claws tear the jugular of the man behind the quarantine costume on the first pass and his chest on Monday. She did not show any effort for what he had done had been a natural and simple attitude of attack.

  The second coming behind even tried to help the comrade in arms, but the fingers of Nadja who were digging into his chest prevented him that moved, felt that the forces fall away completely in that it the withdrawing from the inside of your body and the hot blood pouring profusely.

  - I did not deserve to die... - were the only words he said before falling like a heavy burden on the ground. Those two men no longer breathed the air that kept him alive for so long, it still would make sure not resuscitate as walkers and it separated the heads from the bodies without any difficulty. He looked one of blood covered hands, first one side and then the other, like the new power he had acquired, he liked even more not to feel any sense of guilt. He imagined that it was so large predators of nature felt after fell a prey, need for survival, nothing more.

  Nick Frost watched all haunted as the seductive and fragile woman he had known had become a deadly weapon. Not lamented the fate that the inhabitants of their former home had mostly have earned at the same time the feelings of affection and guilt, were absent in his mind. She came close to him still with my hands down and drops of blood dripping to the floor, waited a rebuke of him did not come.

  - Remind me to never let her angry! - He turned and followed the side of the road that started, they needed to get to one of the ports and marinas of Drammen and down the Rio Dramenselva to find the fjord and from there follow the great Drammensfjorden down by Vestfold until they reach the sea. He was an experienced navigator as his ancestors and did not expect to have lost these skills because of the news that had acquired.

  - We have had worse times my dear and you survived... - She knew what she was saying, sometimes the human odor that he still exuded bothered her and gave the their new primitive instincts, I imagined that it happened to him as to her appearance . He did not turn to face her, but he felt an overwhelming need to copulate again and subjugate it as the animal that was.

  The second group was just ahead with the other behind them, there would be no escape if there were no struggle and Frost drew his Colt 45 with his left hand still human making two well-aimed shots, not shoot to kill, but could the projectiles immobilize the men on the ground and advanced on them, Nadja was about to deliver the fatal blows, but he stopped her.

  - No... We need to save a little of what we were if we want to be equal to others... - He held her by the arm and with some difficulty moved away following the desired direction. Shots were still heard as they ran and jumped, but knew they had the advantage they need to be captured alive, which was not the premise for the survival of those who followed them.

  Yuri had to devise a more efficient plan, the urban guerrilla had not shown a good strategy, they were not as helpless as believed and was amazed that only the two had killed two of his best men and left two others out of combat. I did not know what creature accompanied Frost, but he was sure he would find out soon, moreover, needed to know what course they would take then seek with the help of still operant satellite images could show a shift of any kind, but orderly.

  He called the survivor group to return to the interior of the aircraft parked on what was left of Drammen airport, in a nearby hangar could see the jet that brought NOMAD Oliver McQueen. The sight was terrifying, aircraft could not land just fell, others on takeoff process were not different sort, everywhere mutilated corpses were scattered as far as the eye could see, dogs and birds of prey feasted on the misshapen human remains.

  Nadja had to stop moments after leaving the site of the ambush, a perforation in the right leg prevented him from continuing in his pace, though not in pain, had been struck without realized the exact moment it happened. Apparently some internal injury was evident. He sat down to look better and realized his traveling companion at his side, now worried about her condition, I could not even tell if what he saw to be good or bad, but it required some attention and was quick to kneel and put his foot leg achieved on the crotch.

  Nadja put his hands at your sides not to unbalance and watched carefully what he did. Gradually the pressure on the wound obtained result and the clot poured the dark blood and blackened coming out of the wound, it did not smell that could classify as unpleasant, but it was not good. The most amazing thing was to realize that the wound after drained slowly closed slowly, but definitive, would be a mark, but that would not let her less beautiful than it was, at least to him.

  It was inevitable that one of its sides, the most recent, not felt the need to make a sexual intercourse and even with the covered body could smell inviting the intersection, it was a very primitive thing, but it made perfect sense for species that breed needed for generations to evolve. This was far beyond love or be loved, had nothing to do with social rules of seducing and dating, even married, that feeling was definitely extinct and imagined that if a tribe where there were other women, the intersection between males and females would be inevitable and unrestricted, without this there any territorial dispute, although surely they needed a hierarchy.

  They came to one of the marinas where they could see several anchored boats, along the way several wild hordes of walkers they fought each other for the remaining half-dead prey, but neither shadow of human or similar all the way. They chose a sailboat small size but had two triangular sails of good size, there would be time to get forecasts, although not feel hungry.

  They took so many hours in search of food and some kind of material that made necessary the trip would follow, never ceased to be vigilant lest they be discovered and surprised, as expected, were being hunted by both sides, Nadja could be invisible for ZOMBIES, even if only between equals, nothing to worry in this direction, on the other hand the human survivors would see it the reason to find a cure against Frost element. If it was not so simple was hunted by both sides, the human side that would still be present for a long time in your body and aroused the anger of the mutants and the secret kept within themselves for having two types of DNA and She had prevented him from succumbing to the powerful virus, although the result in a way has proved disastrous, but it was just what was both the hope that at least all was not lost in the future and that the future belonged only to them, if that there is one.

  They entered the sailboat and released the shackles, accommodated themselves in the best possible way and tried to adapt to the use of specifically developed architecture for the human race, but they knew that they would find a way sooner or later. The journey that lay ahead would be long and slow, the main objective would be to find other possible survivors as he had a rare blood marker a
nd provide them supposedly survive in the same condition that Nadja, there would never be another like him, man chimera Mutara and had been divided between two distinct worlds, the new and the memory of the old, and a mutant of another human to remember throughout the rest of his life he had come. Always to take in his heart the images of the father and mother in the prime of life.

  - Is ready? - Was a rhetorical question, they were always ready for the adversities of life and the world.

  - Where... Where are we going? - I asked only to supplement what had already spoken before.

  - Lisbon... We will find Rebecca da Silva is still alive... - Not so sure of that, but it was worth trying. I could still find others who lived in Paris, Marrakesh, Rio de Janeiro and New York among many other places that looked and were printed in detail in his mind for years. He knew them by heart and stir-fry, this would not be the problem, the difficulty was in getting to destinations and they both never could alone. Nadja sat beside her, letting the sun touch your skin, it was nice, but not as in the past, only a slight warmth on a cold morning.

  - Here begins our great adventure into the unknown my dear... - He looked at her as he maneuvered the steering wheel. - Now just us against everything that the world in book... - Did you kiss her, but she saw no sense in doing it, in time perhaps that old feeling became relevant again. It was Nick Frost the NZOMBIE, the Living Dead, the son of two worlds.

  She in turn expected to be kissed, not by necessity, but as a demonstration of closeness between them. He remained silent trying to analyze who was Nadja Romanov now, but the answers did not come. The need for procreation was more touched upon and there would be no escape in that vessel.

  Inside the Tupolev, Yuri watched the monitor that broadcast real-time images of the military satellite, the only small boat that moved precisely and straight down the long river, was certain they were the specimens were looking for, but he was more intrigued for which follow destination. Certainly there were things he did not know and would soon find out. On the other side screen that showed the action of his men in real time, he continued to watch the amazing action that mutant woman tearing his men.

  - Comrade Romanov... - I recognized it even with the recent body changes. - In time Dr. Frost... In time... - He leaned back in his chair he occupied and denoted the patent that had filled a glass with the contents of the bottle of whiskey Yamazaki up just over half, old habits It was hard to be forgotten. - "The best whiskey in the world is Japanese, it really is the end of time..." - thought have heard these words before somewhere, but did not know exactly where you need.

  A story of pain and suffering in an apocalyptic world. We assume that we are eternal and indestructible, but the nature, time or other, shows that the following paths are quite different from those we tread.

  Nick Frost was a man of success, good looks and an enviable life. Nadja Romanov an independent and temptress, fate would have to meet in conditions that could ever imagine exists, not in their own time.

  Vladimir Timochenco was just a man of war who had seen the world of the horrors with their own eyes and sought his own redemption, but never forget the slender woman and body outlined that seduced him just to look. He just did not know that she loved another man passionately.

  Edward Warrior - writer, researcher and theoretician of the mysteries that haunt humanity through the ages. In addition to this work, he published Deep Sea, Volúpia adult content, ILIASH, the Berber (vol. 1) of Arminandar (vol. 2), Actuna Toris, Arcadamius Reconquest and Arcadamius Retaliation.

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