55

As we came into the house it was like night and day. From the outside the farm house looked vacant but once you walked in we were hit by sounds and lite from everywhere. We could hear a radio going off in the back somewhere music to our left and it looked like every light in the house was on. There were several men in military gear walking around the house like they were busy doing something important. I had no ideal what it was though. I turned around in the entry way and saw that they had nailed heavy carpets and blankets to all the windows.

Captain Oliver was on the other side of the room talking in a quiet voice to one of his men. He turned towards Dominic and me standing in the entryway and smiled. "Shut the door. I'm sending one of my men to go get your friends in the barn." he then waved to us to come over to him. "Let me show you to the doc. He would like to talk to you undoubtedly."

I looked over at Dominic and just shrugged and started to follow the Captain who was disappearing through a door way on the other side of the room. As I hurried to catch up a couple of the men in the room nodded to me and smiled. I nodded back like I knew what was going on. As I came into the next room I could see it was the kitchen. On one side a man stood over a chopping boards chopping up some vegetables while something was cooking in a large pot behind him on the stove. On the other side of the room on a small table sat another man fiddling with a radio and Captain Oliver reading something on a piece of paper.

"Keep doing what you can Terry" I heard him say as he set the papers back down on the table.

Terry said "Yes sir!" and kept fiddling with the knobs of the radio and holding some sort of earphone to his ear. I wasn't to sure why he was holding it to his head like that. I could hear the static from across the room.

"Gentlemen!" I heard Oliver say as he opened a door with a smile to what I assumed was the basement and waved us in.

I smiled but was feeling a little uncomfortable at the jester. I mean whose to say they wont lock us up and throw away the key or something. I knew we didn't have a real choice so I just smiled and went through the door.

As I went through I could see that the basement was not lite as well as the rest of the house. I could see the wooden stairs leading down the side of the wall. And I could see the floor at the bottom but nothing else but a wall a few feet from the end of the stairs. I walked down them. I could hear the steps creak with each step. I started to wonder if they may give out and I go tumbling down only to break my neck at the bottom. I kept going anyways and got to the bottom and realized that at the bottom I just had to turn to the side to see the rest of the basement.

It was larger then the basement from my home and it was divided in half by a fence from the ground to the ceiling. On my side I could see shelves of canned food and other odds and ends you would expect to see in a basement. Old mattresses and boxes stacked or piled high. I was looking a some canned pickles that were sitting at eye level with me and thinking those would taste pretty good right now. My stomach growled in agreement. W hitch with that thought made me think why I would think my stomach had a brain itself and why would it be talking to me.

"Hey Doc!" Oliver called from behind me. "We got a couple of men from outside here."

I turned around to see who he was talking to when something with a loud moan crashed into the fence I was standing next to. I fell back and tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground on my ass. Looking at the fence I could see a dead head pressed up against it trying its best to get to me. Other then it being white from no blood in its face and the large chunk missing from its neck it looked like it was alive. Its eyes were milky and I could see its teeth were lined in a sickly red color.

"This is the Doc?" I sad pointing at the thing.

Oliver just chuckled and pointed to the other side of the room. "No! Thats shit for brains! This is the Doc."

An older man came out of the darkness of the far side of the room. He stood just shy of six feet tall. He had a narrow face and his brown hair had large chunks of gray going through it. He looked like he was in his mid to late forty's. He wasn't over weight or extremely skinny like I remember most Doctors being. If anything he looked well built. Like he could be one of Olivers troops.

"Its a pleasure to meet you!" He said in a vaguely aggressive voice. He stuck out his had to shake mine. "My names Simmons"

I picked myself up off the floor and with a look at the thing at the fence extended my hand out to shake the Doc's. "My names Kyle."

When our hands met he didn't shake it but turned mine over and began to look at it like he was looking for something. He then felt for a pulse and started to talk. "How are you feeling. Have you been sick or been feeling healthy?"

I looked over at Dominic and Oliver who just shrugged like it was nothing knew and I should just go with it. I turned to the doctor who was now looking at me, or more at my face. "I feel fine. I haven't been sick for a long time."

He nodded like I said something genius and just said "Good! Good!" He released my hands and went over to Dominic and started the same thing over again.

Oliver came over to my side and I whispered to him. "Is he OK."

Oliver watched the Doc for a second and then shrugged. "About as good as anyone can be in these days."

I had to nod in agreement to this. Considering how the world has gone I was acully surprised I wasn't a nut case. Then I started to think about all my actions over the last month and wondered if I wasn't a little on the nutty side.

Oliver spoke up again. "Hes a little over probably because he blames himself for the dead coming back to life and killing everyone. "

I looked at the doc going over Dominic's facial abnormality and back at Oliver. My head wiped so fast I could feel the muscles in my neck tweeck. "What do you mean blames himself?"

Oliver smiled and shook his head. "Yea! He knew about this two years ago." He paused for a second. "The thing that really bugs him is we missed our chance to get a cure for this virus a month ago when it all started."