Dylan got home and after cleaning mud and dirt off of him, told his friends about the man.
" I thought we got rid of infection." Viktor said.
" Yeah, we got rid of like ninety-five percent of it. That's not enough to infect the world again." Lucas said.
" Lucas," Alyssa said. " One bite could infect the whole world. It's a chain reaction."
" She's right." Dylan said. " and that's exactly what Harwood wants. Jane, where's his base located?"
" Hard to say." She told him. " Harwood's death got them paranoid. They've moved seven times just this week."
Harwood's little science group was working under him to ensure that the infection was still out there, but Dylan and Alyssa had watched him commit suicide after he killed his son, Carter. " We're finding him." Alyssa said. Even though she witnessed his death first-hand, she still referred to him as if he was still alive. " Now where is he?"
" You don't want to find them." Jane said. " They're using guns equipped with these. She set a few bullets on the desk in front her. They were silver and had black fluid running through the shell. " Infected bullets." Molly said, confirming everyone's fears. " Chyort... if they have bullets like this everywhere..." Viktor said.
" We're screwed then." Lucas said.
" Not if we stop them. Who're they gonna use these on anyway?" Alyssa said.
" Us, for one." Molly said.
" Get in the car. I know where his base is." Dylan said.
They drove for about two hours in silence. Dylan was sure the base was there. But who would be there? Who would be waiting? Dylan's thought was interrupted by another car slamming into theirs. They skidded into a guardrail and once Dylan collected himself, said, " Everyone all right?"
" Da." Viktor said.
" Yeah." Alyssa said.
They all staggered out of the car. Alyssa and Dylan simultaneously drew their guns. And pointed them at the other car. Dylan motioned for the others to stay back. They opened the driver's side door and looked inside. The driver had blood all over his face and a piece of glass was in his chest. He said nothing, but took out a syringe. He took a last look at Dylan and stabbed the syringe into his leg. He seemed to stop breathing. " Probably a way to make sure we didn't interrogate him." Alyssa said.
" Yeah." Dylan said, lowering his gun. But he brought it back up and fired two rounds into the man. His skin had begun to turn grey and his eyes had gone blank. He had injected himself with zombie's blood.
" So why did they run their car into ours?" Lucas asked.
" They knew where we were going." Dylan said. " They found out somehow."
" Maybe a bug was planted." Viktor said. " You know, like microphone."
" Actually, I don't doubt that." Dylan said. " They're trying to kill us, so they would have to know what we were planning. It could've been planted while we were away."
The real question was, how many bugs were there? They could've been wrong entirely. Maybe the man just found them out of luck, not knowledge.
They kept driving all night, and eventually rented a room in a hotel for the night. The world was barely infected anymore so they were pretty safe. There weren't zombies walking the halls anymore, but when they got to the room, there were still signs of the previous apocalypse. A bloody hand print was on the wall. Blood stained the floor just under the print. " Wow." Alyssa said. " Cool." Lucas looked at her like she was crazy.
" Looks like they didn't bother fixing the place up for us." Molly said.
" That doesn't matter right now." Dylan said. " We need to find the bugs."
They checked clothing, guns, phones, the car, everything. But they found no trace of any sort of microphone or camera. After about an hour, Dylan's phone rang. He answered and heard someone that he was hardly expecting to hear. A voice that had been manic the last time he heard it.
The voice was Harwood himself.