First fanfic in a while!!! So this is the beginning of a really good story that's been in my head for a really long time. From this chapter I think you can see where this is going. I have read both the Zombie survival guide and World War Z (GREAT BOOKS). My zombies don't run, but the infection spreads rather quickly. It's a slow and short start but will pick up near the 3rd chapter.
I hope you enjoy!
It wasn't the best night to look for new comets. There was a full moon and Dylan was stressed. Looking for small blobs through a telescope can really drive you insane, but there where several upsides to finding a new comet. It gets named after you, and your name is in lights forever, and this could be his ticket to fame, just like Shoemaker-Levy, with their discovery of Shoemaker-Levy 9.
It was a warm summer night. Dylan had a chair set up and was scanning the sky for small smudges, peering through his telescope, coffee at his side. Teaching at Kaneland high had its benefits. Teaching astronomy meant that he could use the school money to buy a nice high-end telescope, and then use it for his off time. It was fun for him to teach. He loved it! The pay was so-so but it did "bring home the bacon". The other good thing about teaching was that he could have fun at his job. Coming from Dylan the subject practical taught itself.
He was just about to go in when something caught his eye. He set his chair back down, took a swig of coffee, peered back into his telescope.
"Gotcha, you tiny bustard! Wahoo!" said Dylan, with a little victory dance. There it was, a tiny smudge in the middle of the Lyra constellation. It wasn't very big, just about the size of a mini-van. Small enough to not be seen by other astronomers, but big enough to get charted due to the fact that if it did ever reach the earth that it would hit the ground.
Dylan had found his comet!
The Sun had just started to come up and the search window was now over.
He noted its coordinates, its vector, and its trajectory. Then the stats came back, and projected flight path.
"Bugger!"
He got on the phone, dialed the number for the NASA office.
"Hi, this is Dylan Draper, could you please put me through to Miss. Corbett?"
"The head of Sky Survey? She should be waking up right now, I'll put you through to her house."
The phone rang a few times before a woman picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Dylan."
"Oh! Hi Dylan, let me guess, you found Dylan 34?"
"Yeah, but there is something a bit more important. Jess is your computer up yet?"
"Just got on. Why?"
"Do you have the new SkyNet program?"
"Yeah, I'm opening it right now, cant this wait until I'm in the office?"
"You'll see in just a moment." Dylan opened up his notes and read from the little post it he had written his information on. "Alright, Vector 23, 22.2343N 45.5435W. Velocity is 102000MPH NNE/SWWW."
There was a pause "How big is Dylan 34?"
"Class three"
"Thank good! Didn't want any other bad news. Where did you get the landing site?"
"Twenty-four miles off the coast of California."
"How soon can you get off work?"
"Already taken care of. When do you want me in San Francisco?"
"Mailing your tickets now. See you there." And she hung up the receiver.
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