The Bullet That Killed The World

by Alling, Pavel

  “No, no... This is not an order. I ask a favor; Well, two.”

  “Tell me now, man! Apparently, you are one of those people who would think if you stop, ideas move from a snowflake to an avalanche.”

  “It will not be easy, but I know you’re going to do.” “Nothing is easy these days” he assured the pilot. “I need survivors.”

  “Frank, what you ask me is looking for a needle in a desert. We flew from Washington, and I saw not a single healthy person; and you know what I mean.”

  “I know the complexity of the matter. But there are people who did not consume the capsule, like us. And although it may seem so, it is not. I will get information to the bespectacled girl. If the cold storage is crucial, I’ll go with survivors who collect child-bearing stage.”

  “What’s that fertile phase? What are you up to?”

  “Our legacy friend. The continuity of the species. I’m the bes- pectacled girl, you make sure everything is in order with Rachel.”

  Chapter 17. A winter four years.

  The rescue plan was a success. Fifty-three people without traces of the virus were found. The search for survivors was con- ducted mostly in the evening hours. The noise of the propellers sounds better when birds are asleep, and the powerful center was an attractive signal for refugees. Outside was more people, but the last time, when the pilot landed on the roof of a building to pick up some people who waved laser, a mob of zombies hung helicopter, and were about to crash. That was when Frank decided they could not do more.

  The group was divided into two. Seven people were under the leadership of Frank, and forty-six remaining in the custody of the pilot. The largest group highlighted the presence of a retired gen- tleman, not long ago, the naval force. Specifically, underwater ma- neuvers. The man said the best way to run away from the whole mess was inside the body of a nuclear submarine. And he was right. He also explained that he knew the location of the base, and if you allow control, would lead to a pristine island beyond all pandemic. Submersible ship could spend three months of nav- igation guaranteed without external help refuel or oil. Every 72 hours of navigation would surface to renew the air of the crew. That was a good plan.

  The seven chosen to be incubated at cryogenic chambers were aware that escape in a submarine would be better to cool their bodies. But what if they failed? And if not survive as wild on an island? Repopulate the species from the very heart of Iceberg, waking up in a technological world, let them taste better. The ideal was to have more women than men, but you could not ask for more. The total cryogenic chambers in Iceberg was scarce. Ten in

  all. The first kept a secret, the remaining nine would be occupied

  by the seven elected Daylet and Frank.

  “You asked me for two favors. One was to find survivors, and

  never told me what it was the other.”

  “The second is that you care for, friend. I want you and those people ye hope reborn after this tragedy.”

  They parted as soldiers after the war, and the pilot left the place never to return. Brown tore the unpleasantness of his soul when they left, but unlike the latter who accompanied him, they would live.

  Those who remained in Iceberg examined the cryogenic cham- bers. A new were explained in great detail the process. Daylet re- assured offering a guarantee of life within the benefit of freezing. Although, truth be told, the return was so complicated that the chances of returning proved scarce.

  Frank returned to the room where Rachel stood. Before en- tering he felt fear insides burned.

  “Will can tell who the hell are the number one camera?” He asked emboldened.

  “When you tell me what you did with Colin,” replied despon- dent and dry mouth because he did not give anything to eat or drink for two days.

  “Does not matter. The bespectacled girl can search the database.”

  “Make no mistake. The specialist in the subject is me. I do not know how to have the courage to trust someone who has never set foot in that branch.”

  “And who do you want me to trust? In you? Come on, do not make me laugh. Just tell me who are in one, and so I can kill faster.”

  “Ovules fertile and sperm. That’s what keeps the cryogenic

  chamber. Satisfied?” She lied. “If you think, you are going to

  serve your silly feat repopulate the world.”

  “Call it whatever you want. The history of man is not going to end because the prism of your apocalypse he broke a corner and there I went. Oh, and your little friend we drop from the heli- copter. He squealed like a rat when he tore the undead.”

  Rachel took refuge in lying to protect the camera Samantha number one. And Frank also lied when he claimed that Colin no bones were not, because the truth shamed him. The truth is that Colin had managed to escape. He managed to cut their hair and wear very alien to his role as Dr. clothing. It went virtually unnoticed among the group of survivors and now part of the submarine crew. Everyone lied his way, but the brightest artifice head throbbed nerd. His plan was masterful, risking the failure, although an unsustainable magnitude.

  After four in the morning, Daylet Iceberg left unseen. He started the FedEx truck and drove away in search of some un- dead. They feared emerged as if they were demons of the under- world, but find a handful of them and get the follow up Iceberg was part of his plan. «Gosh, the world infected, and not a single zombie hereabouts! » She thought.

  Outside the truck, she rubbed her arms through the cold night. He licked his lips and whistled. Then another sharper. Soil, he picked up some stones and threw them in various directions. Nothing. Not a single creature. The burner fire was reflected in his glasses when he lit a cigarette. The thin column of gray smoke vanished with their hopes. A fingernail away before the flame burn the filter, Daylet tossed the butt and started back. He opened the truck door and felt a whimper. She was not sure if it was their mixed with the sound of the door, if it was a zombie or an animal imagination. His body was like stone, at least on the outside, because inside the heart ran like an antelope. Finally, he moved. He raised his hand with the lit lighter and refined eyes in the dark. The heat of the fire burned finger. It ceased fire. Again, he turned hard stone, and spark reacted with the gas. He walked quietly to the place where he heard the groan, and again, the glare

  seared his thumb. A few steps blindly and, third, once set on fire ... I froze the soul. Light discovered a face disfigured by the shadows and tattered pieces of skin. His eyes reflected the burner flame. Daylet heard other steps, however, someone who had an arm did not move away. He soon discovered who they were when the fire steps multiplied in the eyes of a small army of them. the glare seared his thumb. A few steps blindly and, third, once set on fire ... I froze the soul. Light discovered a face disfigured by the shadows and tattered pieces of skin. His eyes reflected the burner flame. Daylet heard other steps, however, someone who had an arm did not move away. He soon discovered who they were when the fire steps multiplied in the eyes of a small army of them. the glare seared his thumb. A few steps blindly and, third, once set on fire ... I froze the soul. Light discovered a face disfigured by the shadows and tattered pieces of skin. His eyes reflected the burner flame. Daylet heard other steps, however, someone who had an arm did not move away. He soon discovered who they were when the fire steps multiplied in the eyes of a small army of them.

  He did not remember how he got into the truck. Only he saw how his hands were shaking like a rattle windswept. His spine was a stalactite of ice. Choked nerves, he slipped the keys when trying to start the engine. He doubled without the ice would break his back and desperately rummaging between his feet. With the keys in his hand, he lifted his head, and lifted the seat shock. A mouth opens like a snake trying to swallow her through the window. Dead repeated blows to the head stained glass black blood. Daylet was dying of cold and I really wanted to vomit in disgust.

  At first, he sank his foot on the accelerator as if to fly. Zom- bies, clinging to the truck, rolled around on the as
phalt. Daylet understood that it was up Iceberg guide and driving like crazy not get it. No matter how motivated your nightmares that group of soulless, eventually cease to hear the engine noise would cease to see the red lights and under his nose was found, escape the smell of the girl. They would be lost again waiting for nothing.

  With distance, he regained the courage and the colors of the face, but he had lost. Things would not work well. He went down

  the other window and let out its aroma like the wake of a boat in the bay. When his hands were shaking and his teeth hit by ham- mering chin, he released the pedal, and the engine sang bass notes. “It was my hand,” he thought. He stopped entirely and took the lever to the reverse position. It was necessary to go back a lot. March in the opposite crushed something, or rather someone. The scream was clear. Famished bodies followed her again. This time he made sure to keep the distance.

  Upon arrival, he jumped out and ran. Before crossing the main entrance of Iceberg, he realized he had left the lights on. Shadows of the Damned eclipsing his face, because between her and the truck a theater of walking corpses backlit is displayed. Iceberg gates were activated, mostly through a motion sensor. That made things easier. It agitated by fear, confused and ended the halls lost without being able to approach the bedroom. Zombies also lost the scent trail and sounds. At least they were inside, and that was part of the plan. The idea was not to show the table served. With a little enough disorder but a disorder controlled by it, and at that point I had no idea how many were loose out there. He imagined about nine of them,

  Soon, he recognized the place where they slept all. All but Ra- chel, still locked in that room about to dehydrate. The girl gra- bbed a metal chair and dragged her into the hallway. The cutting sound put goosebumps. He stood directly under a smoke detector and slid his hand down his pants pocket in search of lighter. He looked up and saw the corner of her eye shadow. That shadow went back better targeted. Faced with this phenomenon, his knees collided with fright. The creature, alone, like a Picasso. It was hard to recognize that had gotten there in such conditions. It was the zombie crushed when he reverses. The wheels had sunk her ab- domen, and under the skin burst, at the height of the pelvis, hung their intestines. A thin piece unfolded enough and fell to her feet. The cave of his mouth flowed a cascade of black blood. The right chest and arm on the same side looked swollen like a ba- lloon burst. Over his head, a handful of brown hair going in all directions, and his face lit up in a purple tone, perhaps because it

  is choked with mounting him so much blood to the throat. On the left side of the face was no eyelids, or retina or pupil. The eye- ball was completely absent. It was likely that the eye would have jumped when he dropped him. Nails, green, leaving a sense that he divests of rotting flesh. Daylet examined him from head to toe, wondering how the trunk was not going forward bending like a sheet of paper. A new ball of blood rose quickly, as if a spring at- tached to a heart fist hit him from below. This time was so strong that came out black threads through the nose and the hole where the eye was missing.

  Her knees turned to kiss scary when the zombie took a couple of steps. Daylet trembled on his chair like a juggler on a tightrope. Without wasting time, he raised his lighter on over his head and activated the fire alarm. Black bangs girl jumped up and turned to escape this aberration, but was locked when, on the opposite end, one of them moved. Daylet chair up to chest height and charged him so hard that three of the four legs sank into the rotting flesh. Anyone would not have been able to move even half a step, but apparently that dead and alive force claws and teeth figure was still pushing forward. Zombie arms almost reached to touch her, and she lost strength in my hands. He glanced at the other, luc- kily, he was moving slowly, and without thinking, was released taking a huge leap backwards. The weight of the chair made the undead fall forward. The impact with the ground the chair legs crossed him back. There he stayed motionless for three perfo- rated metal tubes. Suddenly he raised his head. His instincts told him that there was still fresh meat nearby. The girl was hardened his neck fright and clearly appreciated how the zombie sniffing nose wrinkling. On the other side he was left the hit, and meter and a half, who had crossed to the chair. Or trying to avoid one against the wall, or jumped over another. He calculated the level of risk and made it fast, because the distances are shortened as the walls that taper to a Temple of Doom. It took a couple of steps, took a deep breath and, with a short run, he jumped above what was on the floor. Zombie reached out like the tongue of a cha- meleon. Daylet had the feeling that had touched him the sole of

  the shoe. With the same impulse he ran, and before turning down another corridor, turned and saw those two ill-fated creatures, as drawn from the worst nightmare. To top it off, the sinister touch gave him the symphony of metal chair dragged to the ground.

  The danger, but this disgust, locked himself in one of the bathrooms to mourn. And despite much loose living dead, she would not go to the cryogenic chamber. The plan was to make everyone believe yes. So, he wiped tears and blew her nose wi- thout making much noise. Front of the mirror, remained static until reflected stopped sobbing. In a long sigh blouse with such skill that just brushed fabric pulled lenses. The black bra guarding a pair of rounds, firm breasts. He nodded, and with it, the girl in the mirror. He did not think more and fit the tip of the key truck on his left shoulder. Several stiches penetrated the form of a bite. Blood suckers joined in drops did not bother to clean up. From that moment, there was no the slightest mistake. His plan was perfect, and every detail counted.

  The following hours became a hunting in Iceberg. Few of

  zombies were neutralized. Finally, brown Daylet found.

  “We’ve got to lock the doors!”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” him know the girl hiding in her eyes sparkle.

  In desperation, plans went ahead. At that time, Frank thought the idea of escaping on a nuclear submarine was better than freezing in a tank at 196 degrees below zero. But there was no time. Zombies invaded the area, and now had to ensure their fu- ture. Rachel Tan brought the room and dragged her into the li- ving cryogenic chambers where the others waited. He took a deep breath and told them:

  “Listen all! Undead violated security. It makes no sense to wait any longer. We are ready to take a journey into those cameras we face. No risk of dying in the attempt. This is the best genetics center worldwide. When you wake up, there will be traces of zom- bies on the planet. Remember that we are the chosen ones. It’s

  time to take our places.”

  The bespectacled girl climbed a computer panel; He moved like a crazy ant, from one side to another, scheduling the process. Finally, the nine chambers opened. He remained blocked only the first, which was Samantha. They elected stripped off their clo- thes and advanced regardless of their nakedness. He reigned in his head hoping to awaken within two years, as promised nerd, to occupy a place in a world without men Z. With your feet in cryogenic tanks, supports secured their bodies, and a cloud of anesthesia he fell asleep in seconds. In the marked areas of the three women and four men, a series of needles at the ends of the robotic arms connecting the information amnion inserted. By thin hoses, blood was an underground storage tank, and the cryoprotectant liquid occupying its space while liquid nitrogen is responsible for bringing the temperature to about 200 degrees Celsius. In this cap, the chambers would be leaving turned his head down. The conservation process was intended primarily to preserve the best part. The estimated time from the point where the chambers are closed, to draw blood and fluid supply cryopro- tectant, were exactly five hours and forty-five minutes. The other fifteen minutes finalized the process corresponding to the time it took the cameras turn away. Six hours were negligible before the two-year freeze that had been led to believe Daylet. The truth was that it would double the time, but that only knew her.

  Outside were three people, two cryogenic chambers and a loaded gun. And in the world infected by thousands of millions of zombies, in Atlanta, Georgia, in the
heart of Iceberg and steps from Samantha, dark-skinned man directed the tip of the weapon Rachel’s body. The look of both crossed an invisible beam of hatred.

  Frank did not have a childhood like other children. He not even had the chance to grow up with their parents. Their toys were objects capable of taking life. Since childhood he learned the language better than anyone survival, and his mind was trained to be frozen in fiery moments. His nose was as developed as that of dogs that detect fear, and his eyes as sharp fangs fit in the eyes of

  others. All this and more had shown throughout his life... Except for one thing: now he face the worst ever known killer, or maybe not.

  Rachel hit Donovan but not killed. Samantha infected him, but who killed him was Miller himself. A Miller was shot, but not killed, who ended his life was himself in his car. And so, it was with the police, the prostitute, the motorcyclist, Larry, and many others who perished in the mouth of his daughter turned into a zombie. And humanity is not killed but transformed. Instead, Frank led the direct killing of certain targets under the orders of others. She was not present when his victim stopped breathing for the last time, and unlike the dark, did not take orders from anyone. However, Frank was afraid of him. Their survival was at stake, and his mind suffered a short circuit every time I tried to fit the fangs of his gaze into the eyes of Rachel. The more time passed, He had more chances to repent at the time of shooting. He proved sweat on his forehead and the trembling of his hands. I knew I had to, had to pull the trigger right there without hesi- tation. But she mastered it. It was as if he nailed a pair of stakes in his eyes that prevented him from seeing. Except for one thing. Now he faces a guy who had crossed the country to end it; Then he felt fear, Frank sniffed and... fired.