AN: okay, so have you guys heard about that Ebola zombie thing? So this is sort of my inspiration for this kind of story. My first time writing about the zombie apocalypse and all, so please give tips if you know some or some suggestions. Leave reviews and tell me what you think about it… thank you! Oh, and I don't own How to Train Your Dragon franchise…
Enjoy!
Chapter 1:
The day it all went wrong
The alarm blared through the phone, and one lazy hand got out from underneath the blankets. It reached out to the phone, searching to turn off the alarm. Finally, it managed to locate the noisy phone before a gold head peaked out from underneath it and groggily turn the alarm off. She let out another sigh of relief before her phone rang again. She groaned and stared at the phone again, before realizing it was the sheriff, "Sheriff Sir, Officer Hofferson." She answered, fully alert now as she threw the covers off of her…
"There's been a report somewhere in the woods, Officer Pryce still hasn't radioed from there and his last call in was an hour ago. I know it's your day off, but everyone else was already deployed and busy with paperwork." The sheriff had said and she let out a sigh as she got up from bed and went to the bathroom.
"Understood; what was the report about?" she asked as she shut the door and placed the phone on loudspeaker…
"Some campers dialed 911 and said something was screaming by the woods off at Raven Point, Officer Pryce had gone there since he was on parole nearby. But that had been an hour ago and we still haven't heard from him."
"Alright, I'll be there in fifteen to twenty minutes tops." She replied and threw off her clothes as she stepped in the shower…
"Alright, keep me posted."
"Will do sheriff." And he hung up and she took a bath and began to gear up. She put on her uniform and gathered up her badge, along with some guns before snatching up her radio and phone. She took her keys by the table and locked her house before she went to her car and started it. Raven point was nearby where she was residing and she would usually take a few laps around there over the weekend, but things had been hectic that she hadn't had time there recently. Now she wonders what could have happened there…
She drove into the woods, and saw the police car parked, but no one was in it, and the door was open. She turned off her car and took the keys out of the ignition and pocketed it safely before moving out, taking her gun with her. She muttered under her breath as she complained about having to be woken and working on her day off. She peaked in the car and sure enough, it was Pryce's car. She took her phone and began to dial the sheriff once more…
"Hofferson, any news?" he asked and Hofferson looked around the environment…
"I'm at Raven point already sheriff, but Officer Pryce is nowhere to be seen. I'm going to scan the surroundings, check for any clues as to where he may have gone off to." She stated and started to walk, her hand resting on her hip where her gun was holstered and started to walk…
"Alright, give me a call when you find something."
"Copy that Sheriff." She replied before pocketing it back to a secure pocket. Her blue uniform stood out in the woods, and it was quiet, aside from the occasional chirping of birds and crickets. She stepped expertly into the ground, avoiding any branches that could alert anyone or anything of her presence that could give an answer to where Officer Pryce had gone to. She scrunched up her nose as soon as she caught scent of something foul. "Oh that's even worse than my Yaknog." She muttered, before following the trail scent…
As she trudged down the trail, following the scent, she held back a gasp as she spotted Officer Pryce. He was lying on the ground, or what was left of him anyway. A couple of people were on top of him, happily munching parts she didn't want to know and she let out a vomit. Her gun was already out as they paused and stared at her, their necks twitching here and now, as they let out groans, blood dripping from their mouths and an unfinished arm and leg in their hands. She vomited again, and stepped back before she took off running, with them in pursuit of her…
He was down by the basement, tweaking over his prototypes last night, when he heard a familiar thumping sound by the door. He groaned as he realized what it was that had been making the sound, "Come on bud I slept late last night!" he called out, but the dog had let out an indignant bark towards his master. He mumbled as he cursed under his breath before giving into his requests…
"Okay mister bossy we're taking our morning stroll already!" he shouted back before pushing back his chair away and looked at the ground, "Where is that thing?" he asked as he twisted and turned around. Finally seeing what he was looking for, he quickly snatched it and latched it to himself. He still hated going around with his leg outside, but it wasn't his choice. Besides, his therapist, Dr. Belch, recommended it would be good.
He opened the door and soon enough, his dog had his leash by the door. It tilted his head towards him before going down, pleading him no to be angry for his excitement. He let out a defeated sigh and smiled at his four-legged companion. "Alright, fine, come on Toothless." He stated and grabbed the collar before closing the door to the basement, "Let's do this bud." He clipped the leash and walked out. A familiar thump and click sound echoed as he took his steps towards the car. Toothless, his playful yet fierce German shepherd went to the passenger's seat as he started up the engines…
He rarely took a walk by his neighborhood, and would usually go to the park to do so. He backed out from his parking space before driving down the road, when his phone had rung. He sighed and stared at the caller ID. It was his father, "Dad, hey, good morning." He greeted as he patted his dog's head…
"Hayden, son, you coming for thanksgiving?" his father asked, like every single time since the day he, Hayden, had retired from his old job. If anyone would ask, he'll just say he didn't feel like it, but his old man knew, as well as his therapist, that it was a lie. Hayden loved his job, but then the incident and he just decided to stop. It wasn't a very good decision, but he couldn't bear the looks he got. "Look son, I know it's a lot to take in-"
"Yeah, sorry dad, I can't right now… I, sigh, I just have to sort things out you know…" he said, "Anyway, I'm on the road to the park. Toothless is demanding his morning walk right now." He could hear his father's booming laughter through the phone, and he glanced at his dog that was too busy looking out the window…
"Tell the little devil not to wear you out too much."
"I try to!" he reasoned out and his dad chuckled, "Seriously, I'm his master yet he acts as if he's my boss or something!" he stated, a smile forming in his lips. It's rare that he and his dad has a talk like this anymore, so he's pretty pumped up as he felt his morning was starting out good. "Alright, bye dad, I love you." He said and his father calmed down and let out a sigh…
"Alright, good bye son. I love you too."
The call ended, and Hayden suddenly found himself missing his father's voice. Aside from his therapist, his father was the only other person he could talk to. His mother died when he was ten, and it had been a rough few years just him and his dad, but they patched things up after five years. They reached the park and he parked the car before taking Toothless' leash and walked out to the park. He totally forgot to change, before deciding he'd go home earlier than usual to take a long and relaxing bath back home. He and Toothless trudged down the park silently, noting the few people present here and there…
Suddenly, his dog started to growl somewhere as they stopped by the mini forest. "Toothless, what's wrong?" his dog just growled, teeth bearing and some of the old people on a nearby bench stopped and stared. He just smiled sheepishly at them before tugging onto Toothless, but he remained impassive and kept growling. He decided to go and check when his dog made a move to bit him. He backed off, and the people started to avoid them like plague, "Toothless bud come on, we're going now." He stated, voice firm before tugging the leash once more and his dog finally moved, away from the forest…
They got back in the car and Hayden immediately scolded his dog for making a scene, to which he whined and lowered his head in shame. Hayden relented and parked by on a nearby grocery store, deciding to stack up some supplies back home as he remembered they were running low. He bought some of the necessities, and a few energy drinks, not that he needed it, he just felt like buying it. He bought a pretty big amount of things in the grocery, to which the cashier, Heather, quirked up her eyebrows at him…
"Stacking up again?" she asked as he came by with his purchase. He gave her a lopsided grin and nodded…
"Yep, as always." He replied, she sighed and started to scan the prices…
"You know you can always come by like often times so you won't have to bring such a big amount of shopping bags to your house." He let out a sigh before shaking his head…
"Nah, I like it better this way. Less hassle and I won't have to worry about gas too much for travel." He stated and she nodded, understanding his reasons. However the truth was, he didn't like going out because of his leg. He just didn't like to know people are looking at it, wondering what had happened. His purchase was done, and he struggled a bit as he went to his car. He placed the grocery bags at the back seat before he started to drive back to his house.
He gathered the groceries and laid them gently down the doorstep as he fumbled for the keys to his house, where Toothless started to pace restlessly, "Yeah, hold Toothless, I'm working as fast as I can to look for the house keys bud." Toothless whined, before he stopped and barked at him, "What's wrong with you bud? You're acting pretty strange-" when they heard a scream. Hayden stopped, but then his dog barked at him, urging him to go faster. He even went as far as sniffing around him before tugging onto his lower pockets. Hayden reached down and unlocked his door, pushing the groceries inside as Toothless bounded into the house.
Hayden paused to look at the direction of the scream when he saw someone stumbling out of the woods, seeming to be walking unsteadily. He walked down the porch, taking a good look, when he felt some insistent tugging and saw it was Toothless, whining, begging him to come inside. Hayden didn't want to make it worse for his buddy so he complied and locked his door. He looked out of his window watching. It was a girl and she probably was wounded. He could see her limping as she cradled her arm. He was about to go back outside when Toothless blocked his way, baring his teeth at his master…
"Toothless what's happening?! Toothless! Bad, bad dog, snap out of it!" he shouted when he saw what had transpired outside his front lawn. The girl had dropped down on the ground, shaking uncontrollably, until she stopped moving. For a few moments Hayden watched before she jerked. He stumbled back, almost falling down; he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he watched more.
Hayden gulped and his dog began growling, but it wasn't to him this time, but to his door. "Hold Toothless!" he hissed and the dog conceded. Hayden unlocked his basement and went down before getting the old suitcase he had stuffed away. It was a good thing he kept it and had taken good care on it. He opened it up and saw his old friend, one of the registered rifles he's made up, and closed it back up before going out and locked the basement once more. He noticed Toothless had stayed on his guard by the door and he let out a soft whine as Hayden gestured for him to stay quiet.
He went upstairs and opened up the window that led to his front porch. He set it up and placed his left eye by the eye piece and looked through it. He doesn't know what had happened, and he wasn't about to go out and ask her what had happened. For all he knew, she could be the culprit. He watched her, normal features, a bit bloodied and, he looked up for a moment, before turning back to the eyepiece and looked into it once more. Was that a bite mark he had just seen?
He stared at her again, he found that odd that she had fell down on the middle of the road. He didn't know who she was, but pretty much recognized her as some of the few people that jog around the place. He may have not gone out that much ever since his accident, but he still checks what happens outside his front lawn and backyard. He remembers that video game of some plants and brain eaters and wonders maybe that could work as well, but he isn't so sure. As far as he knew plants only knew how to photosynthesize and make the air clean and surroundings beautiful.
He's thankful now that he had locked his door, but still, he checks the surroundings, looking for whomever it was that attacked her. He hears Toothless' growling, and he hopes his buddy knows he's supposed to keep quiet. Thankfully, the dog remains silent, being trained and all by the police force; he expected no less of his partner.
He still doesn't know what's happening to her, so he decides to pick up his phone. He's careful to make sure it was on silent mode. He abandons his post for a moment as he places it on handset and looks through the eyepiece once more as he dials someone…
"There you go baby girl," he mused as he gave his beloved bulldog another treat, "Yes, who's my princess?" he cooed and the dog barked in reply as she munched on her treat. He smiled and turned his face to watch on the news, "Sigh, that Ebola virus really had spread now right Meatlug?" he asked his dog, who was still munching on her food, "You should be careful what you eat, because I don't want you to get sick alright?" he told his beloved dog, when his phone had rang…
"Dr. Ingerman, good morning, there are some people here that require your expertise in breaking down something they found." He sat up straight; he patted his dog for a moment before standing up and shutting the television…
"About what?" he asked
"The outbreak of the Ebola virus, you see, some of them think they might be able to find some answers in the dead bodies of those infected with it."
"Oh, okay, let me just fix up some things before going there." He muttered and hung up on them. He stopped and stared at his dog, "Well my princess, looks like daddy's got to go to work, you stay here okay? Guard the house and daddy will give you a big treat later on." He said and stood up, preparing to leave the house. He got out and began to drive towards their research center. He was greeted by the guard as soon as he entered and he proceeded to suit up. It was mandatory to suit up, because you'd never know what kind of things you can pick up from the dead bodies.
As soon as he was secured, he went into their lab, where he was met by his colleagues, who nodded at him as they had started to analyze the body, "How long since the time of death?" he asked, one of them checked the data before looking back at him…
"Almost a day now, just dropped dead in the middle of the quarantine section, hasn't moved since then." He nodded as they started to double check whether or not he really was dead. No rising of chest, no heartbeat, and the virus had probably died with the host, but they wanted to make sure. Dr. Ingerman went behind the computers and started to read the vital signs. He typed on the keyboards, figuring out if something was wrong. No brain activity either, but the virus was alive, still searching for something…
"That's not right," he muttered under his breath, "A virus isn't like a bacteria… viruses latches onto live hosts for it to sustain life, but why are you still alive?" he mumbled, when he heard gasps. He had gasped as well as he saw the dead body, not dead. He thought it was probably a mistake, but he checked the computers and the monitors, this was not possible. Zero brain activity, no pulse, not breathing, the body twisted around, sniffing for a moment as they stood still. It stared at them for a moment, before one of them moved to nudge the body when it pounced on him…
The body bit into his neck, blood spurted out of his veins. Everyone shrieked in terror as they scrambled to get away, including Dr. Ingerman. He ran out of the lab as fast as his little legs could carry him. He took off his suit and discarded it before washing his hands and everything else. He grabbed the spare clothes by the locker and got dressed pretty quickly until he heard a distant groan. Being his nervous and normal scared self, he let out a silent whimper as he pressed his abnormally large body against the lockers…
He looked around for anything he could use and was lucky enough that the fire emergency hose and ax were nearby. He gulped as he stared at the body, now that it has eaten, he wonders how long it'll take for him to get hungry, but he wasn't about to stand by and watch. He moved as quietly as he could towards the fire emergency, and exit. He whimpered as he realized he didn't have any key, nor can he break the glass. If he were to break it, it would alert it of his presence.
'Okay Felix; just relax, chances are he's not smart enough and will leave. Yes, that's right, zero brain activity, but has its complete motor skills. He won't be able to know you're here if you stay absolutely still.' He thought to himself, and now cursed as to why he had to leave his house and his precious princess. He let out a sharp gasp upon remembering his dog, before he slammed his hands to his mouth. The body shifted, groaning and dragging its feet towards his direction…
He gulped silently as possible itching to break the glass, but he must hold his ground until he's pretty extra sure that it was coming for him. Suddenly the alarm blared and the body ran out, saving him from his imminent death. He skipped the emergency glass and went directly to the fire exit. Hopefully there'd be none anymore to encounter.
She was impatient, her brother knows that, he definitely does, yet why was it that he was taking longer than expected. The camping trip was over and they've hunted already what they came here for, but where were those two? She growled under her breath and got out from the car before going at the back of the pick up to grab onto her makeshift spear and trudged back into the woods. She left their hunting partners, a couple of pointers by the truck, locking them in the car. They both whined, before she calmed them down and left them.
Her brother and their senior hunter had been there through the weekend, hoping to add some nice buck to their collection, but ended up taking the whole week just to find it. She grumbled and swung through the branches, "Travis!" she yelled, "Where are you butt elf!?" she yelled before grumbling again, "You better not be playing a prank on me again or I swear I'm going to kill you!" she shouted all the more, turning around when she sees nothing. She looks to the ground, looking for some prints or telltale signs from where she passed by as she went to the car. "Travis! Daniel!" she yelled, not liking the woods now that she was alone.
She's not so smart on her own, and she blames it on her twin for stealing half of her intelligence, but it wasn't her choice she had one. She grumbled all the more, stomping down the ground, knowing she's scaring away potential prey. "Well good, I don't want them having any fun without me!" she hissed with every word as she felt completely left alone when she hears a low grumbling before a yell, "Ah!" she screamed and landed a punch on her attacker…
"Oh I'm hurt! I'm very much hurt!" He yelped as he clutched his cheeks before spitting out some blood, "Daniel did you get her reaction!?" he yelled as he rubbed his sore cheek where she grumbled and grabbed a small branch and began to hit him, "Hey! Ow- Rachel-ow-stop-" she stopped as soon as she heard a hysterical laughing and changed targets. This time, the other guy, Daniel, was now yelping in pain…
"Okay! We get it!" he shouted at her and she stopped, "Geez woman, no need to be so rough."
"Uh yes I do." She said, before turning to her brother, "Whose idea was this anyway?" she demanded and Travis pointed to Daniel…
"All of our deranged ideas came from him." He said gesturing to Daniel as he stared at the camera and replayed their prank, "Man, your face is priceless here." She growled and wrestled for the camera from her brother. Daniel just rolled his eyes and picked up the spear and secured the knife and daggers he has around his body, before hearing something coming towards them. The twins were still busy fighting, "Give it here butt elf!"
"Stop trying to steal all my glory!"
"There's like a million things to get your glory on!"
"No clip no glory!"
"Quit it!" Daniel hissed at them, and they both stopped struggling as they looked around. Both of them got on their feet and were now back to back with each other. Daniel gave Rachel her makeshift spear before taking out one of the daggers from its safe keeping and got it ready for attack. Travis took out his slingshot and looked around…
"There I see it!" he yelped and struck a rock at it and it yelped back, "It speaks." He stated plainly before he was hit in the back of his head by his sister, "Ouch." He mumbled as she shook her head…
"It's a person you idiot." She pointed out and Daniel rolled his eyes…
"Great, more people." Daniel sarcastically stated and they saw someone rub his forehead as he appeared right before them…
"Oh, me likey." Rachel said dreamily, to which Travis eyed her weirdly. He recovered from the hit before panic settled in his eyes once more…
"We need to get out of here quick." He stated and started to run…
"Hey wait up!" Rachel called out, immediately going into a sprint after the new comer. Travis tried to catch her but was too late and he called after his sister. Daniel watched them for a moment before staring out to the horizon before seeing multiple bloodied people coming towards them…
"Daniel come on!" he heard Travis yell before he went after them. The walking dead was now coming towards them, and he managed to catch up to the new comer and led the way to their car. The dogs started to bark at their masters and both Travis and Rachel took the backseat to subdue their dogs. Daniel went to the driver's seat and the newcomer took the passenger seat. Daniel started the car but it wouldn't start yet.
"I told you to get it fixed already!" Rachel yelled at her brother…
"I wasn't about to waste money on some junk!" he retorted back…
"Well this piece of junk may just save your lives." The newcomer had said, "The name's Ethan." He introduced, "Sorry for the rudeness back then, but we've got no time to waste." Finally the engine started and they drove out on full speed away from the incoming walking dead. The road was bumpy, and the dead buck behind them crashing in the back, "The blood will attract them; you've got to get rid of it."
"Nope." Travis immediately said…
"Nu-uh." Rachel supported…
"Not a chance." Daniel ended. And the car went back to silence, "So do you mind actually filling us in on what had just transpired back there?" he asked and Ethan stared at them for a moment before letting out a sigh…
"It's the zombie apocalypse already." He muttered distastefully, "You should have believed them when they said that sooner or later this sort of thing was going to happen." Everyone in the car remained silent as they drove away. Rachel and Travis shared a look before looking at the back of the pick-up…
"I wonder what was out there." She mumbled and Travis nodded, agreeing with his twin.
He knows it was too early to go to the bar, but he had nothing to do back at his house. He downed another shot and ordered another one. The bartender and the waitress eyed him amusingly before giving him another shot. "Looks like you've got a lot on your plate there Private." The waitress, Catherine, mumbled as she sat beside him. No one but him was still there so she was allowed to dillydally. He chuckled before ordering another…
"Nah, I'm just a bit bored." He replied, and the bartender chuckled…
"Looks like Private Jorgenson got nothing else to do. What did you do this time?" Tomas, the bartender asked him as he cleaned some glasses and placed them down. He stared at the empty glass and placed it down, just as Tomas was about to give him a refill he shook his head…
"Well I've been suspended until further notice for insubordination, they wanted to give me time to think things through again and know my place."
"What was the order?" Catherine asked…
"They told our troop to retreat, but I refused and managed to almost send one of my associates in a body bag." He muttered and looked around, "Anyone else up for food? I've got no one else and my cousin's in a pretty secluded place for me to remember where." The two of them looked around before nodding. They had asked for permission and were allowed to go to their lunch break provided they return later evening. The three of them walked out and went to the nearby diner and ordered before digging in…
They talked about nothing in particular when there was a distant scream and yells. Multiple people outside started running pass the diner, and the other customers went out to see what the fuss was all about. Private Jorgenson and his two companions remained inside, thinking it was probably just a hoax to gain attention or some kind of wild rally. When-
"What the hell!?" Catherine yelped as she saw someone random running get tackled to the ground and was being devoured by those that were rugged looking. The people began to scream and run for their lives as Catherine vomited her lunch along with Tomas. Private Jorgenson had seen the terrors of war and some battles but never had he seen anything this disgusting. He was able to keep it down his stomach, but it was threatening to come out…
"Let's go round the back!" he told them and they nodded as soon as they recovered. Catherine gave one last vomit before running after them towards the back of the kitchen. Private Jorgenson grabbed some knife and so did Catherine, Tomas just grabbed onto some frying pan as they walked out. "Stay on your guard, Tomas you take the rear while I take the lead." He said and they both nodded. He looked over to the sidelines and finally vomited his lunch as he saw them eating more and more people. "What the heck is this?"
"I don't know about you but I think its best we go somewhere safe." Catherine muttered as she looked over his shoulder, "Where's your house?"
"It's five blocks from here." He replied before nodding both at them, "Come on, this way." He turned around the curb to avoid being seen by them. They hid and ran as quick as they could until the finally reached his house. He unlocked his door quickly and led them both inside before shutting his door closed. The people were yelling for help and everything, and he dropped the knife, not knowing what to do. He was used to following orders, even if he doesn't always follow it. He wasn't used to giving orders…
"What now!?" Tomas yelped as he peeked through the curtains, "Stephen!"
"I don't know!" he yelled back, running his hands through his dark hair, "I don't know what to do…"
"Who does?!" yelled Catherine, panic seeping through her voice. Stephen looked up for a moment before dishing out his phone and dialed a number, "Who're you calling?" she asked and he stared at her for a moment, as it rang through his ear…
"My cousin." Someone started to bang on their door and some screams and groans, soon enough blood seeped through the bottom and Catherine ran to the bathroom as she let out another vomit…
"Man this is sick…" Tomas said as he paced in his living room…
"Hiccup!" he yelped in relief as his cousin finally picked up…
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"Snotlout!?" Hayden asked in surprise as he looked at his phone again before putting it back in his ear, "How'd you get my number?"
"I got it from uncle," he replied, "Listen, what's happening outside your house right now?" he asked and Hayden looked through the eyepiece and saw no one else aside from the ambulance a while ago, who had just left with the girl sprawled by the road…
"Nothing, why?" he then heard something at the background, some yelling and cursing, "Are you watching some movie or something?" he asked, if he was about to brag might as well just hang up. He wasn't interested; he still had to finish those few improvements he's made on that prototype from last night.
"No, listen, there's some crazy things happening here and I don't know what to do!" Hayden winced at the loudness and knows his cousin is panicking…
"Why don't you take a seat for a second, calm down and tell me what's happened." He ordered and heard him breathing heavily before a thump; he must have fallen down on a chair in panic or something. He then launched into a story of something he just finds absolutely fictional. He rolls his eyes at the obvious made up story before Stephen finally stops, "Very convincing really, come on Snotlout don't tell me some zombie apocalypse shit is happening outside your house right now."
"I'm telling you the truth!" he exclaimed, "Here, there are some people with me right now!" and they all started to yell and support the story. Hayden had to remove the phone from his ear as he turned around to check up on Toothless. Toothless whined at him and he patted his dog as he plopped down on his bed, completely missing the walking dead pass by his road and follows the road to the town nearby…
"Okay, fine, say I believe this zombie shit of yours, do you have any means of transport or some supplies or rations for yourselves there?" he asked and he heard some shuffles, clanging and all through the phone. He rubbed his dog behind the ear and stared at the ceiling…
"I've got a Camaro at the front and then some jerky and a few ration bars, some noodles, canned goods, that's all." He answered…
"Alright, any first-aid kit or means to tend to yourself, some medicine, painkillers, bandages, plasters and stuff like that?"
"Yes, I do."
"Weapons?"
"Of course Hiccup, I'm in the military, I've got some guns in the house."
"Good, 'cause you're gonna need it. Reserved ammos?"
"Check."
"Extra clothes and survival skills?"
"Check and check."
"Money?"
"Why would I need money this time of day?"
"What? It could be helpful." He replied and heard some grumbling. Hayden rolled his eyes and checked the time; he was really hoping they'd call off this prank of theirs. This was the longest yet that Stephen had tried to prank him. Sure they were grown men now, but his cousin always did have a childish vendetta against him.
"Got it."
"Good, now this is the time you're gonna tell me I've been pranked right?"
"What? Hiccup this isn't a prank!"
"Yeah, like I'll believe you."
"Seriously!" Hayden let out a sigh and rolled over as he heard some rapping on the door. Toothless had already bounded by the door and was scratching it, whining…
"Okay, okay, just stick together and wait for the government or something. Which reminds me, is your phone fully charged? Radios?" he asked as he opened the door and saw Heather all terrified looking and hug him. She quickly turned and locked the door and slid down, breathing heavily, "Heather, what's wrong?" he asked, even though he only goes to get his groceries a few times, they were good friends. He knows she knows he lives here, but she's never gotten here until now…
She started crying, when his cousin had gotten back to the phone, "Yes, now it's charged and the radios are working. Who's there with you?"
"A friend, and Toothless, bud stay with her." He told his dog who did as he was told. He got to the kitchen and got a glass of water, before he heard something in the background, "Turn the volume of the radio up and put me on loudspeaker would you?" he ordered and quickly he heard what it was that was being broadcasted…
"News of the widespread Ebola virus has just gotten worse, as more people had been dying; scientists believe the virus has evolved to keep itself surviving in the even dead bodies. A couple of bodies had been analyzed and sent to various research centers when they claim that the dead had been revived and started to attack. The government urges its citizens to stay indoors and stack up some supplies as they send in more troops to handle the growing outbreak of these Ebola zombies."
"See, I told you its true!" Hayden stopped and closed the faucet as he ran his fingers through his hair. This was all so messed up; he looked up and quickly shut his windows closed and all other doors. He turns on his other cameras as he goes to the other room and looks through the footage caught. He may have not been in the service already, but he wasn't about to abandon everything he's learned. In the past few years he's gotten a job as a local technician seeing as he was always so gifted in computers and all. He replayed what had happened a few moments ago and saw what had happened when he wasn't looking.
"Snotlout, you're there, you should help people."
"But-"
"Private Stephen Jorgenson!" he shouted, "People will be depending on you right now, go out there and look for survivors. If the outbreak has spread towards you, it won't be long till they start to infect other people, stay alert, don't let anyone get into contact with these people, suit up and stay posted on what's happening and update me got it Private?"
"Sir yes, sir."
"Good." Hayden let out a sigh and went to the living room, where Heather was dazed and looking at nowhere. She had dried tears on her cheeks and he held out some water to her. She accepted it and muttered a soft thank you. He crouched down before her and surveyed her body. He wasn't a pervert, he was just checking she wasn't wounded, or hurt. Then he remembered the bite mark he found on the girl, he stared back at Heather…
"You, you weren't bitten, were you?" he asked and she shook her head…
"No, I wasn't. I was by the comfort room, taking a break when I heard screams and yells, suddenly something entered and I looked outside, it was a man, but he had some blood all over his face and he pounced on me. I quickly locked myself inside and noticed the window and got out." She sniffed, "I didn't know which way else to go but here. They were attacking people, and I saw some of them were being eaten and-" she sniffed again and Hayden hushed her…
"Come on, I'm sure there's some clothes here for you, let's get you cleaned up." He said and she nodded, gulping down her saliva that was threatening to drip out. She coughed and he gave her the glass of water again until she finished it. "The bathroom is down there, I'll just leave the clothes outside the door. Alright?" he said and she nodded. He turned to Toothless, "Keep guard bud." He then went upstairs to pick out some clothes for his guest. As soon as he did as he said, he went down the basement and started to tune in some old radio equipment he had fixed…
Everywhere was the same; he wonders how long it'll take for the government to respond.
