The Fall of Geneva

by doskey415

This short story in work will feature about 5 chapters and is set one hour before certain events happened that were described by Admiral Ruskov, the Russian antagonist of Season 1. Other than the admiral, it will not feature other known characters and follows the life of two friends that struggle to survive in a post-outbreak Geneva. Pardon my English, I'm not a native speaker.

SWITZERLAND, GENEVA. 46.1983922°/6.1422961°. 377m above sea level.

5:31 PM, T-1h.

Dawn. The last remaining rays of this day reach this part of the earth and bathe the column of houses on the left side of the street in an ill-attempted final effort to fight the coming darkness. The iron spears that were crafted to illuminate the street are without strength. The street is empty. Two figures appear to the north-west. Robert is walking down the Cardinal-Mermillod Avenue. He crosses a yellow crosswalk in direction of the street.

"What a crime…"

"Mhh, what did you say?"

"Ah, nothing, Martin. I just wish a policeman would stop us right now, it would make things normal again."

"Robert, you stupid brat. You're one of those guys who never crossed a red light?"

"Well, I am…. Or, I was…"

Robert stops and looks up, gazing into the endless void. Martin frowns and stands rigid for several heartbeats. He then takes a look at his analog watch and fastens his rucksack's belt.

"We better get going, it's getting dark soon."

"I told you, we should have waited for tomorrow."

"Caroline does NOT have time for that. We need the penicillin now. "

"She's only got it for 2 days now. We could have waited for tomorrow."

"Robert, I'm not taking any chances."

"Hey, I know it's about her or him. But a flu won't –"

"Stop it! We'll get the meds. Plus, some more food wouldn't be bad."

Robert looks down in resignation and then slowly turns towards the left. He increases his pace. The long row of buildings is still illuminated by the last sunrays. The buildings are in pristine condition and not a single window seems to have been shattered. Robert turns around to Martin.

"Well, come on, then!"

"Right behind you."

"Hey, there's the roundabout."

"Did you expect it to have disappeared?"

"No, Martin. You douche."

"Watch it, little guy. You don't want to end up like in mid school."

Martin gives away a sly smile and turns around to Martin.

"I sure don't. So you're coming or what, douche?"

"I'll get you, bastard!"

The two men sprint towards the building, or more precisely, Robert sprints towards the building while Martin tries to catch the perpetrator.

The building is large and has at least 8 floors. On the left side of the building a giant banner hangs down. It reads "CENTRE COMMERCIAL CAROUGE". Below it, several brand names are mentioned. The street continues directly below the building.

Robert finishes his sprint and runs behind of the supporting columns, then jumps out to the right side of it.

"You won't get me."

"Trust me, I will… ah… -"

Robert abruptly halts and guides his hand to the left side of his stomach and presses it hard against it.

"Just not… this day..."

"Hey, sorry. Shouldn't have done that."

"It's… alright. I wish I could have stayed in bed back then, to heal my wounds."

"Good thing you didn't."

"Yes."

Martin relaxes. He stretches his shoulders and moves his hands behind his hand, then realigns them to a normal position.

"It's better now…"

"Let's do this then. Maybe we'll find the meds there. Too bad the pharmacies were all raided."

"Yeah, all the good stuff is gone. I'm sure you'll make good use of the two dozens of lip moisturizer that we found in the last one."

"Hey, I thought we wanted to work for a change."

Martin shrugs and points to Robert. "Well, lead the way then."

The two figures fade away. A pair of eyes watches them through binoculars as they enter the shopping mall.