Prologue Pt. 2
Un sat alone, thinking about what he had ordered his men to do. The Senator, whom he had just had dinner with, was now lying dead in the streets of Ukraine with a grapefruit sized hole in his head. He had known too much, I had to do what I did. The ruthless dictator's conscious was now riddled with doubt. What if he was going to keep his promise, and was going to keep this all confidential? The zombies, whom he had mass produced thanks to the sacrifice of countless citizens, were ready for release. Once free, they would continue spread their disease and wreak havoc amongst the world. And he alone would be the only one who could control them…
Mackenzie
Is he okay? She wondered, driving in her red SUV on the empty roads of the highway. She'd been thinking about him more and more lately. She knew that he had always returned when he said we would, but anything could happen. Mackenzie Day was the girlfriend (for six years) of Jackson, who was a ParaRescue Jumper in the Air Force. She knew it was a dangerous and risky job. Not only was he jumping out of a perfectly good airplane, but he also engaged in countless battles while he was serving his country and protecting his comrades.
She was worried sick, and this train of thought distracted her from the road. She was brought back to reality by a sudden thump. She had run right over something.
Must just be a speed bump. She told herself in her head, but she realized that this was the highway, and there were no speed bumps.
"What the hell?" She said aloud. She pulled over the ruby red Ford Explorer and looked behind her, trying to see what she'd hit.
A dead body. Did… Did… Did I just-… She couldn't allow herself to think of it. She couldn't think she had killed a man, it was impossible. She was relieved when the body started to get up. Troubled with guilt and willing to help the man, she ran over to him.
"Are you oka-…" She started to say, but when she saw the man's intestines completely hanging out she screamed and ran back to her car.
How the hell was he alive? This can't be real. Am I dreaming? But she knew this was no dream, she could tell what was real and what wasn't, and this was all reality. She got in her car quickly and sped away; trying to force the thoughts of what she had seen out of her mind. Maybe Jackson can explain when he gets back… IF he gets back…