The Bullet That Killed The World

by Alling, Pavel

  a cigar.

  “Do you know those things kill?” He assured breathing passivity.

  Frank took the cigar from his mouth and looked like a dart pointing to his eyes.

  “We are surrounded by things that kill, especially a rotten ver- sion of ourselves. So, we have something or not?”

  “I know what I said. Specialized centers are unable to fight the virus, and given how quickly expands, doctors prefer to carry a gun to prescribe a pill.”

  “Louis, before becoming, he told me that the computer creates the antivirus and then the virus first. If only we knew where the virus emerged ‘I once again said suspiciously.”

  “What hints? And tell the news ... The fact that Atlanta is one of the most infected places does not mean that the virus has been created there. I bet my head that disease came on a plane from another part of the world to fuck Americans.”

  “You know what I think? That the virus was created by so- meone like you.”

  “What you are next?” He praised Miller. “What happened in there, it looks anything but an accident.”

  “In view of the tone you are taking this conversation, I sug- gest you retire and forget what he witnessed today,” said Frank shooting aside what was left of the cigarette.

  “Not so fast. I want a copy of the recordings.”

  “It seems fair to me. Leave me your email and send them.”

  “I know it’s a man of his word, but I’m not here to have those videos. And do not think I’ll settle for the part where the defen- dant is dying to live later. I want until the last minute, where, after the shooting, the red blood is mixed with black.”

  Frank watched him for something he did distrust. But Miller

  was a tough nut to crack, and that looked more like a pact between mobsters than anything else.

  “If those videos were to spread, we all sink. Is that clear?” He said menacingly.

  “And what you said. Those recordings are strictly in order to find some logic to the behavior of patients attacked by the virus Z.

  “And if there is no logic?”

  “Then I would see a couple of times as the best zombie movie

  of my life.”

  They closed the deal with clasped hands, and Miller returned to Iceberg in his private helicopter.

  Chapter 7. Human hunting.

  The next morning, Rachel went to the room of the cryogenic chambers, and among all the ideas circulating in her head, shone so strongly that lit a spark in his eyes and stretched his lips into a smile. At that moment, his phone vibrated in the pocket tickling his leg.

  “I have something that will enchant you see” said Miller boyish face.

  “If this function is where they eat a doctor and then split the

  skull zombie with four bullets, you’re late.”

  “How ... how do you know? I do not remember giving you details yesterday.”

  “Apparently, one of the researchers of this secret project came at odds with his boss and uploaded the video to the networks. Some sites have been blocked because of those images. By the way, you will see a face of heart attack when the glass breaks and miss running.”

  “Damn!” Miller cursed.”

  “Do you think fun to see how one of these things escapes and

  play catch the first that caught?”

  “Isn’t knew you cared so much?” he said with an air of joke.

  “I love since my breasts were the size of two lemons, and bir- thday get faced with a recording where you were exposed to less than four meters that thing!”

  “No need to worry, this Frank is a top-notch crazy and planned

  everything from the beginning,” he said approaching.

  “Get away! I cannot touch you knowing you were so close to

  a zombie.”

  “No nothing happened to me my love.”

  “That we will know when you out some blood and examine.” “If that leaves you quieter, go ahead!” grumbled unbuttoning

  his shirt sleeve.

  Rachel used as an excuse to draw blood Samantha’s biological father. His intention was to experiment with the genetic code of Miller. Upon arriving home, he used reagents and DNA samples placed under a microscope. He spent hours without receiving any apparent results that could detoxify the girl. Moreover, Samantha got worse. His aggressiveness index grew according to the pro- gress of time. Rachel lost weight because every attempt to try food recalled that her daughter was starving in the dark basement, and that broke his soul. And removing it, even if it was in the trunk of the car, he had become a very bad idea. That was when it occurred to him that instead of taking Samantha to feed on the street, better food brought him home.

  By midafternoon, he told Miller he needed to leave. He did not withdraw from Iceberg unprepared an emergency kit with your secret weapon. Inside the kit, he kept a dozen masks and a con- tainer of scopolamine mixed with antidepressants. He left his car in search of victims. After a while he wandering lonely avenues, he began to remember his life before the chaos. Alienation led to the usual route through which came to school her daughter. As a reflection, he looked in the rearview mirror that naive face. But Samantha was not. And he was not even that name because Samantha is a very cute name, and the girl was more virus that person. Perhaps the most suitable for her name was Patient Zero.

  One day passed and Rachel didn´t find who to dope. The streets were deserted, and in rare cases people found working in groups. Some neighborhoods had become trenches of war. In the gardens of the inhabited houses they could see the inge- nious traps that prevented the entrance of the undead. Electrified

  fences were no longer option, and a new trend of giant blades are installed, so that if a zombie trying to cross, would be sliced across. Did not notice too look inside and think that the changes occurring in America was his fault and even though a kind of devilish goddess felt, his priority was always to save his daughter so necessary. It did not matter if people disappeared into a conti- nent; Moreover, Sami,

  It was not known exactly how many days must elapse before a zombie starve. No one came to do a field study on this issue when the idea was to stay safe, and Rachel was the least suitable for such an issue, because his biggest fear was to find her daughter dead, really dead in the gloom of basement. For that reason, he got up very early the next day. He sent a message to Miller saying that it would not work. He recalled that in a trunk kept a military outfit you bought for Halloween and did not hesitate to wear it. She looked in the mirror and it seemed a good idea to leave manhunt dressed like that. The uniform gave authority to his plan, and left distraught with the uncertainty of whether Samantha would en- dure another day without eating.

  Few minutes later went through a neighborhood of big houses, and in the attic window one that stood by its height, saw a woman. Rachel stopped the car and listened to this unknown signal. Ju- dging by his despair, it was clear that was caught or locked up there at the top fleeing from eating meat. Rachel told him to break the window. She nodded and sighed with relief when he saw her in military outfit, because the first thing that came to mind was carrying a weapon. And it was true, only it was not a gun, but a second compound to be inhaled, cause suppression of the will. The woman broke the glass, and in trying to leave, the leg was cut. Rachel told him to slow down when he saw the cut. The woman, in her forties and somewhat plump, He lost his balance and rolled down the roof. Rachel rushed to her aid, but a group of zombies excited by the noise and the smell of blood came before her. Seeing the scene, he turned around and got in the car. He made sure to close all windows, not zombies, but by the cries of the shattered woman who, even without the possibility, raised his

  hand for salvation who drowns, but not in the waves of a beach,

  but on dozens of wild jaws.

  I could not believe that something so simple had failed, and all because the zombies and were waiting. The final straw was cut on the leg. That’s what triggered the olfactory sensor of those things that, in a wa
y, owed their existence to Rachel own. What pattern would be activated in their brains that only drove to pursue human? She herself could answer that question, because the Z virus was created by accident. The truth was that would not stop until her daughter to find food, although women in the attic painted a bad omen.

  Suddenly, he heard a motorcycle. He lowered the window and could localize sound luckily, was approaching their position. On a street corner four stopped the march and saw the motorcyclist coming from the left at full speed. He walked past like lightning, and Rachel pressed the horn loudly. The man turned and pulled the middle finger. “Stupid!” He thought aloud. He then returned to touch her horn repeatedly and sometimes was when he realized that the man turned around. The Harley-Davidson was in front of the car. The guy pulled out a machete that judging by his silver blade, would tear a zombie head with a single blow.

  “Sir, you must leave the area,” said without hesitation despite

  the size and the gun.

  “Who says?” he asked, spitting aside.

  “Are orders. Near here he collapsed a chemical plant, and gases are destroying the lives of the few residents. Human ca- sualties have been reported, due to the high degree of toxicity, they are also dying animals and plants. There is a team of military divided into zones to bring the survivors to a base. I suggest you come with me.”

  “I would have a great time with you in that car, but I don´t leave my baby to a uniformed blonde” he assured pointing to the motorcycle with the tip of the machete.

  “Hey, the matter is serious. But if you do not want to leave

  your bike at least cover your airways,” said, handing Rachel a mask prepared with the chemical.

  The man seemed a good idea and placed. Before getting on the bike, the mask down his neck and asked:

  “Why do you not wear it?”

  “Because I’m in a closed car. You are exposed, like others who have died.”

  The man swallowed a sip of fear and nose and covered his mouth. He started the motorcycle and sped like a madman. Ra- chel smiled and once again thought aloud: “Let’s see what you’re made.” A few seconds later, the man lost his balance and fell to the side of the road. Without haste, he approached the victim, looked everywhere and turned up the body of the motorcyclist to his car. He glanced at the bike and noticed that the machete was only a small part of a collection of weapons carried on Harley-Davidson.

  Next home, I got nervous when he heard the sound of an am- bulance siren. But fear ceased when the Doppler Effect was lost in the severity of the distance. No witnesses around, down the drugged the motorcyclist’s body. The reddish beard added years in appearance, like his jacket gave her body. In the end, it was a bearded skinny that did not exceed thirty-five. Still, it was heavy drag from the house.

  In front of the basement door, she took a deep breath. He su- pported the ear, but not even hear that terrifying sound that emit the damned when they stop being human to transform into beasts. Or perhaps was it the other way around? Carefully, he opened the entrance and, with the mobile flashlight, looked for his daughter in the shadows of the cellar. She was sitting, lying against the wall, too weak, like a puppet wireless. Rachel sighed and threw hard body downstairs motorcyclist. With the last ounce of strength, Samantha was launched with momentum and ripped pieces of skin before he could reach the ground. He extolled by the bloody scene, closed the door tightly. He covered his ears, eyes, and slid

  his hands to his mouth. Somehow, he tried to suppress the senses, but still managing to not hear, not see and do not scream,

  Days later he returned the panic of knowing that Samantha needed another body. You could not concentrate on finding a way to cure it when, over time, her daughter needed to eat. As much as he tried, they did not fail to come to him to mind images that drew the pass. Similarly, should. He had no option, since the first time went well, just met the first week since captured the motor- cyclist, he went out to repeat the procedure.

  The course was to anywhere. Much he wanted to intuit the right direction where to find an isolated person, the hours passed, and all I found was a desolate city. Soon, he met a woman coming out of an abandoned supermarket. Just he is carrying a bag half. Rachel looked both ways and saw no one around, neither alive nor dead alive. He got out of the car as if to kidnap her before providing the mask.

  “Mrs.!” she shouted when he realized that the woman moved

  away to swift heels.

  When she did not stop, he chased one of the intoxicated ca- rrying masks.

  “Stop pleaded,” chasing women.

  “Please wait. Just I try to help,” she lied.

  She turned with tears in his eyes. They are shaking hands, lips, and surely the soul.

  “What do you want from me?” she asked in anguish.

  “Help her. Trust me. You see, I am health of the army. Calm down and listen. Because stopping cooling systems in gas plants, fire explosions provoked various areas. The fire consumed thou- sands of undead, and because of the incident, it is very likely that the virus is airborne. Please, you better cover the airways!”

  The woman looked down and asked:

  “Official, do you have more of those?”

  Rachel was stunned and, before launching his answer, he heard the voice of a girl from the window of a car.

  “Mommy, why are you talking to the police?”

  Rachel blood ran cold. But that was not all, that girl had like Samantha, or so shouted the subconscious. Since the virus wiped out over half the city, he did not remember seeing a child on the streets. The woman put the bag in the car and answered his daughter:

  “It’s nothing, love. She wants to help us. Is that right?” Rachel nodded.

  “Miss, do you have a gun?”

  “Do not. I’m a doctor, I heal people.”

  “What if he finds ugly and bad men? My dad said before he left that cannot be cured and so are shot like this: pau, pin, pum!” said the little girl, excited simulating a gun with his hand and throwing dummy shots from the window.

  “This girl talks too much,” interrupted the mother.

  “No, calm, I also have a daughter, only my Sami is very shy,” she said with his eyes off the hook.

  “So, you just have one of those?” asked the woman with eyes on the mask.

  “Look,” Rachel said, “stay away as much as possible in that direction.”

  The woman thanked her and said goodbye.

  As happened before, the first attempt was unsuccessful. One because he slipped out of the attic, and zany zombies forward by the smell of blood. The other because I was traveling with her daughter, and more to think about wearing Samantha day without food was not going to let that orphan girl mother. He also recalled when he said, in that voice of ant that his father had left. Who leaves his wife and a child in such a situation? Only if the father

  left into several pieces to the stomach of the ugly and evil men, as she had said.

  The sun went Atlanta taking its range of light, and with it went also the hope of a mother who returned with nothing to feed her daughter. The gas gauge showed empty line. Rachel replied him with part of the reserve he kept in the garage, because the next day would come again. He did not care anything other than keep her daughter alive. I would do anything to end. That girl changed history when he recognized in the cellar, when he settled her hair behind her ear instead of hitting a brutal bite; that somewhere in the loaded virus and forgetfulness mind, found a memory of her mother.

  In the room, he took off his uniform false and took a shower. Sometimes the air blow pipes denied a continuous spray. He lived in a privileged area, with all basic services running, but he knew that would not last forever. Water bouncing off his back, opened the bathroom window and exposed his face to the coldness of the weather. The lights remained off nearby houses. People fled in a tangible nightmare, with “hopefully” in the mouth at the thought that the virus had not touched the border.

  With fresh skin, but the hazy m
ind, she went to bed thinking about how things had reached that point. And despite the da- mage, all he wanted was to return to fondle her daughter, hold her without equal stature to squeeze soft little head against her abdomen and say, without words, which took nine months in the womb. Sometimes very strong closed eyes and with the universe pact half years of life if his daughter was again as before. Then he remembered that the only one in the universe who could save her was herself. That was a long time, scientific and spiritual searching until he feels exhausted sleep solutions.

  Dawn smelled of wet earth. Through the window raindrops they cut it course in the glass surface scurrying. In the middle of

  the bed, fingers sunk into the hair, Rachel wondered how likely would find someone on a day like this. However, he dressed again military and the pain of his soul, he breakfasted like a queen, be- cause the act of climbing a body in his car and then drag it to the basement required a force that was not used. Before leaving, he kissed the damn door like saying goodbye to his daughter, and promised to come back together.

  Rachel came out desperate to wonder if he would find a being wandering under the drizzle. After nine miles, the rain stopped. He turned off the wipers and parked in front of a desolate hotel. Out of curiosity, he entered the enclosure and realized that the owner had not noticed recover more than his life. Hung in the lobby of the Vanguard beautiful paintings, and furniture and syn- thetic floors remained intact. His footsteps took her further and crossed a hallway with a game room on one side and the other indoor pool, dry leaves. He drifted further and climbed a couple of floors. A refreshment room gave off a smell of soap and damp sheets from the inside. Rachel felt the comfort of his footsteps on the carpet and was tapping her nails lanterns shutdowns that extended down the hall. Then came a point where darkness ab- sorbed the rest room and returned. On the way back, he wanted to get to the end where a lot of light coming in due to a large window overlooking the street. From there, he watched the lo- neliness of Atlanta sunk by their own hands. However, it was not an absolute solitude, because he had just seen a guy get into a car. Like lightning, she is skipping down the stairs even some steps. Adrenaline bombarding her chest, because he was aware of the danger facing the people. On the street, he went over the loca- tion of the subject from the perspective of the window. Once convinced,