Prologue
Algeria, 2001"The French colonisation of Algeria lasted a long time: 132 years."
Ahmed Ben Bella Teniente coronel Brisia Meza, retired and at the age of 42, kept looking through her binoculars as the remaining 251 of her men stopped running away from the horde of flesh eating...corpses that were coming after them from the south. Brisia had ordered her officers and their men to halt. They had to because behind them would be the cities of Algeria. They had to stop the corpses from entering the rest of North Africa here...here in the province of Adrar. Somewhere in Adrar. She lost track of where she was but she could remember this was the last place she and the rest of the invading Spanish forces were when they got shipped here to help the North African countries out while the rest of the world and other allies of Spain got into the continent.
Brisia was glad that she had a hill to use as her base for a defense. While she would wait for reinforcements, for any reinforcements, she positioned her soldados and some of the surviving marines there as well as what was left of her own combat vehicles. She hoped to God that they could make it in time for reinforcements or for at least the horde to be cut down by her rifle and those of her own men.
An hour has passed since she and her men dug in. The horde was coming slowly, their moans carried by the hot winds towards their position, causing the men to shiver or their hair to stand up in anticipation. Brisia herself felt a chill from the dreaded noise the walking dead made as they shuffled their way towards her from several hundred meters.
Her Leopard tanks remained upon the sides of the hill as her snipers and machine gunners opened fire at the command of her NCOs, her instructions carried out as best as they could. She looked again, one by one, seeing corpses fall upon the sands quickly. But not quickly enough as some missed or others simply got up again if they weren't hit in the damned heads. She gulped as her men readied themselves, already counting the distance the horde was closing. The rest of them would open fire once they reach an estimated 1000 meters of their position. The tanks would open fire on 2000 meters with their machine guns and cannons. Brisia remembered they were down to just HE and canister rounds. The autocannons and machine guns of her own Pizarros and M113 armored personnel carriers were almost out of ammunition...
Chapter One: Dark Jungles
The Ivory Coast
Abidjan
2000
Marc Ajanlekoko kept glancing at the man who was trashing against his restraints as they finally arrived at Hospital Military D'abidjan. His partner, Robert Omiata, had been bitten by this man. Marc never knew what would happen to him a long time from now. Another rescuer was scratched by the man. Marc himself was unharmed but he was concerned.
The man was covered in his own blood, which had turned black and dry. The man also was not breathing, he had no beating heart and pulse...but he was still alive! How in hell was this happening? He kept pondering about the situation until he was able to get the attention of doctors, nurses, soldiers and orderlies to the man after they got to Robert and the other rescuer. Marc wanted to make a call to a friend but not right now. He had to make sure that the man wouldn't hurt anyone else and to keep answering the questions that the hospital would ask him. Hopefully, he thought, this wouldn't be what I am fearing it could be.