It all started in Savannah, Georgia. Started as a simple cough, maybe a cold, a harmless one of course. It got worse as it started to spread through human contact and by the air. More, and more started to get sick, started coughing or spitting out blood. A week later, a lovely Monday afternoon. Too bad, people are sick and wouldn't be able to enjoy the sun. Rochelle was on her break in a nearby cafe shop, close to her workplace.
She was still reading some of the papers she typed out earlier this week, about the occurrences of this place. People were getting sick, either cough or cold, hospitals are already full. The CEDA was now taking action for the happenings and sickness around Savannah yet, there's still no answers from them, seems like they popped and vanished into thin air as soon as the situation got worse in a week. Rochelle was a journalist. She was on a roll to know more of the stuff happening around, because to her, it's really getting out of hand.
She looked around and noticing a lady on the corner of the shop, twitching. That's odd. Was she sick? Maybe? She didn't know but she decided to check. She finished her coffee and stuffed her things to her sling bag. She approached the lady.
"Ma'am...? Are you... alright?" Rochelle said as she touched the lady's shoulder. The lady was still in place, no sound, just twitching, uncontrollably. "Ma'am?" Rochelle tapped the lady's shoulder again and this time the lady made a low growling sound, as she turned to look at Rochelle.
Rochelle took a step back as the lady was scowling like a hungry animal, her mouth was open, as her saliva bubbled as if she has rabies. The lady's eyes are almost white, her skin was paled and showing a few nerves through her face and arms. The lady started to growl louder. Rochelle soon took a few steps back, clutching the strap of her sling bag.
She looked around, seeing the other customers backed away, saying "What's wrong with her?" "Why does she looked like that?". The cafe shop was filled with murmurs and fear. Rochelle gulped, then, the lady pounced on Rochelle down to the ground. Everyone around screamed in terror, some ran out of the cafe, seeing the scene unfold in front of them but no one really helped Rochelle as she struggled to block the lady's mouth from biting down on her neck.
Rochelle used her sling bag and stuffed it on the lady's mouth as she tried to make space to stand up. Her sling bag was soon torn in half as the lady bit down onto it, hard enough to rip through her stuffs inside the bag.
"Get off of me!" Rochelle said as the lady was starting to gain control, snapping her teeth and snarling towards her. Rochelle was about to get bitten so she closed her eyes as she tried to pry off the lady's hands. Then a shot of a gun was soon heard, blood splattered through her face. She opened her eyes, seeing the lady's head was now blasted off to pieces.
"Get up." A man stood in front of her, wearing a white suit. Rochelle cringed at the lady's corpse so she pushed it off of her and got up. She wiped her face with her arm and took a better look at the man.
"Thank you." Rochelle saiid, the man only nodded in response. "Don't tell me you got bitten?" He retorted, looking at her as if she was a threat. Rochelle soon waved her hand in a dismissive one. "No, no. I'm not bitten, don't shoot me."
The man scoffed and started to moved out of the cafe shop. Rochelle followed suit behind him, seeing the whole place was now a mess. Cars are in the middle of the road, flaming. People were screaming, running, some are getting bitten by other person. Rochelle looked around, she couldn't help but feel a bit of fear.
"What happened here..." was all she could say as she saw the scene in front of her. "I don't know. I don't care either. You comin' or what?" The man said in an annoyed tone. Rochelle followed him as they run through the streets.
MEANWHILE...
"Get in! Big guy!" a young boy called out, he stepped on the brakes and opened the door. The guy heard him, abruptly stopping his smashing heads in front of the school gates and rushed to opened door. Once he was in, he slammed it close and they drove out of that mess.
"Whoo! Thank you, young'un." The guy said. He was wearing a purple along with yellow details along with khaki pants, he was dark-skinned and bald. But, he sure looked like a nice guy. "No problem brother!" the young guy said as he continued to drive around.
"Got any ideas of what's goin' on, boy?" The guy said. "Well, all I knew was that people were sick for a week! Then, they started eatin' each other. I'm guessing they're zombies! Have you heard of 'em?! Oh man! I knew they weren't fiction!" The young guy said, earning a confused look from the guy beside him. "Zombies? You're outta your ever lovin' mind young'un..." The young guy barked out a laughter. "Whatever you say man... Anywho, you got a name, sir?" He soon asked, he didn't want any strangers in his 'zombie-proofed monster truck'.
"Right. My friends call me Coach." Coach said proudly, but the young guy just laughed. "Yeah... Coach." The young guy snorted, but Coach was clearly upset about it. "Yo' got any problem about it?" He asked, the young guy stopped laughing and nervously chuckles. "Heh, sorry. Anyways, my name's Ellis. Some people call me El, but El sounds like a girls name...? But you can call me El if you want... I ran an auto shop 'round here. I built this truck to be zombie-proof! Then I was s'posed to drive this awesome truck outta here with my buddy Keith but he was-" Ellis was cutted off as they bumped to a fire hydrant.
The impact was too strong that made the truck smoking. "Oh man..." Ellis said sadly but he soon got off of the smoking truck. "Oh shit, looks like we're walking..." Coach said as he gripped his bat on his right hand, raising it up, ready to hit.
They left the smoking truck and started walking. That's why Ellis saw a lady and a man in a suit, fighting off a bunch of infected around them. "Coach look! There's survivors there. We gotta help 'em man!" Ellis soon jogged towards the two. he started to smashed the heads of the zombies with his crowbar. Coach soon helped out and the four of them finished the small horde.
"Thank you!" Rochelled said in relief. "Is she your daughter?" Ellis muttered to Coach. Coach glared at Ellis and smacked the back of his head. "What was that for?!" Ellis retorted as he rubbed the back of his head. The guy in a white suit started walking. "Stop wasting time. More of those bastards will come."
The three followed the man in white suit. "Y'all got a name?" Ellis chimed, trying to strike a conversation. Rochelle nodded, "Name's Rochelle. I worked at a tv station-" Rochelled was interrupted as Ellis said, "Is wrestling and such?" "No. More like, news, hard news." Ellis nodded but soon asked, "If everyone's goin' crazy and such, who's watching the news?!"
"I, uh... I guess my boss didn't thought about it." Rochelle said. "Anyways, I'm Ellis, this is Coach. And who's that suit man?" "I can hear you alright." The man in white suit, retorted. Clearly annoyed at Ellis' presence.
"Sorry about him, he doesn't really get along well..." Rochelle said.
"It's just a name..." Coach called to the guy. "It's Nick. That's all you need to know. I ain't sticking around longer." Nick said in a stoic manner as they kept walking.
"You guys heard about the evacuation center?" Rochelle soon spoke up. Coach and Ellis shook their heads. "There's evac?" Ellis asked back. Rochelle nodded. "I heard there is..." Rochelle said in a uncertain manner.
Coach, Ellis, Nick and Rochelle kept walking through the deserted streets. They looked up, hearing a helicopter above. "Whirly bird!" Ellis chimed, "Looks like it's headed through the hotel!" Coach said. "Come on y'all, it must be a rescue!" Rochelle ran ahead as the three men followed.