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Thanks I went for 2 interviews on Friday for very good jobs, but there were also about 12 people for each job, so I'm not counting on them

Maybe I should sell myself.......do I have any bidders.....come on...roll up...roll up.....

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Woot!  hehe.  Hmm....very, very tempting. 

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Make me an offer........I won't bite....hard....


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No?  That will just lower the price...

I am sure we could discuss the price in a more...private place. 

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Purrs........tell me more......


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when are you going to write more?  I'm really enjoying your story.  Please please please write more!

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Hi Zombiechow

I've had a full week - I turned 32 on Thursday - My boyfriend got me a fab present - a years free movies at our local cinema (and other's in the chain) so I went to see Diary of the Dead last night (was OK, but I wasn't that scared at all......and I like to be scared) and Be Kind Rewind, which was crap (Jack Black what were you thinking????)

I've been thinking of the next part in the story and I should have it done in the next few hours and will post it before I go to bed.

Thanks for reading

Luv Niky xx



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Ye Shall I walk Through The Valley of Death.

 

 

The night closed in on us, surrounding the truck like a blanket.  The road out of town was choked with cars, but Paddy bundled through them, not caring about damaging them.  The rules had changed; you could say there were no longer any rules – except maybe don’t get killed.

     The meal I had eaten sat undigested in my stomach; it felt as if a rock was sitting in there.  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, letting my face touch the coolness of the window.  I was tired, more tired than I had ever felt in my life – but I didn’t trust myself to fall asleep.  I wouldn’t give in, until I was in safety at the stadium surrounded by the army and National Guard.  I looked to my right; Sally was asleep, her head resting on Paddy’s shoulder.  I smiled.  It was sweet, but also a little disturbing.  Sally had known him less than 2 hours and she had already entrusted him with her life, and perhaps even a little of her heart.  I wished I had someone to care about, but after Dylan had left me and moved overseas I had concentrated on my work and didn’t think about making personal attachments. 

       I closed my eyes, trying to get the images of Shelby and Jenny out of my mind.  Jenny was one of them, and Shelby would become one of them, it was only a matter of time.  How many of my children had succumbed? How many of them had turned like Jenny into one of those...well Zombie’s for want of a better word?  Would the country be over-run with the walking corpses of our children? I thought grimly.  I listened as a baby in the back of the truck started to cry.  I hadn’t noticed her and her mother climbing into the truck.  I wondered how I could have missed them.  I felt a little guilty sitting up front in relative comfort and safety, while all they had between them and the dead was a canvas covering. 

       Paddy watched the road, the high beams of the headlights illuminating the old trucking road we had turned on to.  He turned to me and smiled, looking down at Sally’s sleeping form.

“So what’s your story Sarah?  What brought you out to this backwater?”  I sighed pulling my jacket around me.

“I was an army brat.  I moved around the country and the world so many times I lost count.  This was my first job since leaving college.  I loved this place; it was home to me, more of a home than anywhere else I had lived in my life.  My Mom and Dad live in Guam.  I’ve not seen them in over 10 years.”  Paddy smiled.

“I don’t know why, but I guessed you must have been an Army Brat.  You were just too cool while all this shit was going on around us.”  I laughed scornfully.

“Not cool, just terrified and good at hiding it.  My Dad didn’t allow any weakness when I was growing up.  It didn’t matter that I was a girl.  He…he was strict.”  Paddy nodded turning onto a new road.  The truck bounced around for a few seconds as it connected with the new surface.

“Sounds like you had it tough.”  I nodded.

“My Father is an asshole.  So what about you?”  Paddy shrugged.

“Nothing to tell really.  I grew up in New Jersey, lived with my Grandmother until I was 15 when she died.  I signed up as soon as I got out of school.  I’ve been in the army ever since.  I didn’t always do too well though.  I was demoted last year after striking my superior officer.  I got 3 months in the brig and lost my stripes.  I was a corporal before I hit that bastard.  Still being a Private ain’t so bad.”  I smiled.

“So what do you think our chances are?”  I asked bluntly.  Paddy sighed and focused his eyes on the darkness ahead.

“I think we’re fucked.”  I fought hard to stop the tears that were threatening to flow down my face.  It took me a moment to compose myself enough to answer.

“Nothing like optimism in the face of death hey.”  I managed to say flippantly.  Paddy smiled and turned his face to me.

“Just before we left I heard San Diego got hit by it, the infection is heading in from both sides of the country.  We’re going to be squeezed in the middle like a big fuckin zit, with nothing to look forward to than being one of em.”  His words disturbed me; there was none of the bravado of our earlier conversations.  He was scared.

“You get some sleep Sarah, its another couple of hours to the drop off point; you don’t know how long you’ll need to stay awake.”  I nodded settling down, my head on the window.  As soon as my eyes closed, I fell into an exhausted sleep.

 

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The loud squawking of the radio woke me suddenly from my sleep.  I looked groggily around the cab, noticing that the first fingers of dawn were breaking through darkness.

“What’s the matter Paddy?”  I said sleepily.  Paddy turned to me his eyes wide in panic.

“The stadium was over-run.  Everyone’s infected.  We can’t go there!! Oh Shit!! We’re fucked!”  His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles went white.  It was then that I noticed that the truck was stopped.

“Sergeant do you have new co-ordinates? Over?”  Paddy said, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Negative not at this time Soldier.  Await further instructions.”  The radio went silent.  I turned to Paddy my eyes wide in terror.

“We’re sitting ducks out here!”  I screamed at him.  Sally stirred from her sleep.

“What’s going on?  Why have we stopped?”  I looked across at her tears forcing themselves from my eyes.

“The stadium was wiped out.  We’ve got no place to go!”  I managed to say before I clamped my hand over my mouth.  Sally grabbed Paddy by his shoulders looking into his eyes.

“Is this true?”  Paddy nodded, grabbing the sides of his head.

“We’re fucked!” He started to rock back and forth in his seat.  I looked across into Sally’s eyes wide in terror like my own. 

“There’s got to be somewhere we can go!”  I said finally, I scrabbled around the truck looking for a map. I found one on the floor of the cab, dirty and in bad condition. I laid it out on the dashboard.

“Ok – where are we?”  I asked Paddy.  He took a deep shuddering breath and pointed to a place on the map, deep in a National Park.  I scanned the places around.  We were basically in the middle of nowhere – there was nothing around here for miles…apart from a zinc mine 20 miles further into the forest.

“Ok, head here.”  I said stabbing the map with my finger.  Paddy nodded, and started the engine.  Sally glared at me.

“Are you crazy? You don’t know what you’ll find there!”  I took a deep breath and turned on her.

“We’re fucked Sally, the army have deserted us.  All we have is this truck, and it’s running out of gas! We need to find somewhere we can fortify before the infection gets to us.  This is the only place I can think of in a 50 mile radius that might offer us some hope.”  Sally closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  The sun was now rising fully.  The rays hit the side of her face, making it glow with a golden light.

“Ok. Lets do this.”  Paddy turned back onto the logging road and drove quickly along it; pushing the inevitable branches out of the way as he drove.  The road was in a bad state, and we bounced around in our seats.  I felt pity for the people in the back of the truck.  They didn’t know what was happening, hell for all they knew we were still headed to the Sports Stadium.  I studied the map intently, feeling the lessons that my Father had drummed into me coming to the fore.

“I can’t understand why there’s a zinc mine here.”  I said finally.  “The rock strata and composition of this area doesn’t usually have pockets of zinc.”  Sally sighed.

“Do you have to know everything Sarah?  Maybe they found a great vein of zinc and they’re mining it.  It’s been known to happen you know!”  Paddy didn’t participate in the discussion at hand; he kept his eyes on the road.

    We sat in silence watching the road as intently as Paddy was. 

“How much further?”  I said after a few minutes, but only to end the crippling silence.  Paddy smiled broadly.

“Not far at all – Look!”  Ahead of us was a chain-link fence with an “Eagle Mining Corp” sign on it.  A CC-TV camera stood high on a pole panning across us.  We got out and walked up to the gate.  The small intercom buzzed into life.

“State your business.”  A clipped voice said.  I stepped forward and pushed the intercom button.

“Please, let us in.  We’ve come a long way and we’ve nowhere else to go.  Our town was overrun by the infection.”   The CC-TV camera panned around again.

“Please leave, this is a restricted area.”  Paddy swore loudly walking to the truck and climbing inside.

“Fuck that! I am not going to die out here!”  He put the truck into gear and ploughed through the fence.   Sally and I looked after him in disbelief.  We ran to catch up with him and climbed back inside the truck.

“You know there’s going to be hell to pay don’t you!”  Sally said in awe.  Paddy shrugged a big smile on his face.

“Ahh fuck it! I was never any good at following orders anyway.”   The road led on almost another mile before the trees opened out into a huge compound.  Paddy stopped the truck and we climbed down.  I looked around me, noticing the buildings.  There was no refining equipment.  Whatever this place was, it wasn’t a zinc mine.

“Ah crap!”  I said pounding my hand on the door of the truck.  Paddy was jubilant and he turned to me frowning.

“What’s the matter?”  I stopped frozen in terror as the barrel of a gun pushed my cheek.  Armed men surrounded us on all sides.

“I don’t think they take kindly to party crashers here.”  I managed to grind out before the butt of a gun hit me on the back of the neck and I crumpled to the dusty ground.


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Coooooooollllll, you're back!  Can't wait to see what's hiding in the 'mine'

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Thanks Zombie Chow.  I was temping for a while and I didn't have time to write. I've got a break in the jobs this week, so I decided to write again

I dreamed the next part - I love  it when I have movie dreams

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The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend

 

The bright overhead light burned through my eyelids so I could only see the blood red inside.  I groaned trying to put my arm up to cover my eyes, but my hand was strapped down.  I pulled at them, shaking my body with effort, trying to free them.

“Please stop that, you’ll only hurt yourself.”  A calm female voice said.  I turned my eyes away from the brightness looking to the side where the voice had come from.  A woman stood in full plastic biohazard suit next to me, her hands fiddling with the drip going into my arm.

“Where am I?”  I asked licking my dry lips.  She smiled through the plastic visor.

“You’re safe now.  My you gave us quite a surprise when you drove through the gates like that.  The boys here had quite a time containing you and the others.  However did you find this place?”  I frowned taking a deep breath.  My head hurt terribly and I tried to lift my hand to touch it.

“Where are my friends?”  I asked.  The nurse smiled again laying her blue-gloved hand on my arm.

“They’re quite safe.  Everyone has to be checked for the virus before you can enter the bunker.  Whether you know it or not Sarah you’re in the safest place in the world at the moment.”  I tried to sit up again, disturbed by her knowledge of me.

“How do you know my name?”  I asked and she pushed the hair away from my forehead in a motherly gesture.

“Oh I know of you very well Sarah.  Me and your Dad go way back.”  I shook my head in disbelief.

“Please can you let me sit up?  My head really hurts where those bastards hit me.”  The nurse looked towards my feet and another two people dressed in bio-suits.  The taller one nodded and the nurse leaned forward and un-tied the straps on the gurney.  She helped me to sit up, moving the light out of the way on it’s swinging arm.

    I tried to focus my eyes on the taller figure, the one who seemed to be in charge.  His face looked somehow familiar, but the name to the face escaped me for the moment.

“Why did you come here Sarah?”  The taller man asked coming closer.  I touched the back of my head in disorientation.

“We got word the stadium at Clearwater had been over-run.  We were headed over there when Paddy’s CO told him to turn back.  We couldn’t turn back though; Coatesville was under siege.  We were almost out of fuel so I picked up a map and found the closest fortifiable area.  The zinc mine.”  The taller man laughed shaking his head in wonder.

“Wow, the apple sure doesn’t fall far from the tree.  Wait till I tell your Pop what you did, He’ll be so proud.”  He unclipped the helmet of his bio-suit and slowly lifted it off, revealing silvery hair cut close to a sun-baked face.  His blue eyes twinkled at me in fun.

“Uncle Kirby?”  I stammered.  He smiled.

“Yep, it’s me Sarah.  Your Pop is going to be very happy when I tell him you’re safe.”  I took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly.

“I can’t believe this! Where the hell am I?”  Uncle Kirby smirked.

“Well now you know I can’t tell you that, it’s classified.  I’ll let your Pop explain more when he arrives later.  Your Mom is dying to see you.”  I closed my eyes not able to believe what I was hearing. 

“Let me get this straight.  I led the truck to a top secret military facility by mistake?”  Uncle Kirby chuckled as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Yep, you sure did.  Like I said, your Pop trained you well.  Who knew it would come in mighty handy later on.  I’m sorry my boys got a little rough with you; do you need an aspirin for your head? ”  He asked and I nodded suddenly becoming aware of the pounding concussion.

“What about my friends?  Are they alright?”  Uncle Kirby nodded touching my face with his gloved hand.

“They’re having tests at the moment.  When they’re cleared I’ll let you see them.  For the moment though, I ask that you stay here.  The world might be going to hell in a hand basket up top, but here my orders are the law.  Am I understood?”  I nodded taking the aspirin that the nurse offered me.

“Good girl.  Right, I have to go and do some big army stuff; I send your Mom in when they arrive.”  I watched him go, settling back against the pillows gratefully.  I couldn’t believe it; Uncle Kirby – he was a staple of my childhood – good for play fighting and hunting and fishing trips.  He wasn’t my real Uncle, he and my Father had been in basic training together.  He’d done well for himself, CO of a top-secret military facility.  My Dad on the other hand had gone after the promotions, worked his way up to Major General.  At least that had been his rank when I had cut all ties with him 10 years back.  He’d wanted me to be in the military, I’d wanted to be an elementary school teacher.  I won, but the cost was heavy.  I’d been disowned and largely forgotten apart from cards on my birthday and Christmas, written in my Mom’s hand.  I’d disappointed him; he’d disappointed me.  No one had won that war of words in the end we’d both ended up alone.

     I closed my eyes, feeling each pump of my heart echoed in my head.  Damn those heavy handed bastards, my last coherent thought before I fell asleep.

 

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When I woke up I was in a different room.  I looked around me; amazed I’d not woken when they moved me.  Aspirin my ass, I thought pulling back the covers and swinging my legs to the floor.  There were another five beds in the room; all held sleeping bodies.  I recognised Sally’s dark cap of hair and I walked gingerly over to her.  She was in a deep sleep.  She had a bluish purple bruise in her hairline – God they’d hit her good.  I shook her gently and she groaned.

“Sally, wake up!”  I said and she opened her eyes slowly.  She cleared her throat, licking at her dry lips.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck!”  She said finally her blue eyes focusing on me.  She smiled.

“Where the fuck are we?  I knew you were right about the Zinc Mine being fishy!”  She grinned at her own joke and I grinned back.

“It’s a military installation, you won’t believe it.  My Uncle Kirby is the Commanding Officer here.”  Sally sat up with a start.

“Shut Up!! That’s crazy!”  I nodded.

“I know I couldn’t believe it either.”  Sally reached for the glass of water on her nightstand and took a swallow.

“What are the odds of that happening?”  I shrugged, happy to see she was all right.

“So where’s Paddy?”  She asked and I shook my head.

“I don’t know, Uncle Kirby said they were doing tests on people before they let them inside the facility.  We obviously passed.  Perhaps there’s a male ward?”  Sally nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, probably.  God my head is excruciating, did they have to be so heavy handed?” 

“Yes we did!”  A booming voice said from the doorway.  It was Uncle Kirby; I hadn’t even heard him come in.

“As it turns out, we were right to be cautious.  Of the thirty people you brought with you, over eighteen of them are infected.  They have been quarantined awaiting disposal.”  I got to my feet in horror.

“You can’t mean you’re going to kill them?” I screamed.  Uncle Kirby sighed.

“I’m doing what I have to do Sarah.  If you’d taken them inside the stadium, it would have been a bloodbath.  Likewise if we’d admitted them here without screening them, we would all be in danger.”  I let out a shuddering breath, I hadn’t realised I’d been holding it.

“What about the woman and her baby?”  I asked tentatively.  Uncle Kirby shook his head sadly.

“The baby died this morning, her mother is infected.”  I felt tears spring to my eyes.  Perhaps it was better this way.  I’d never seen the baby or her mother; I didn’t know them.  So why did I feel like I’d been punched in the heart?  I heard Sally begin to sob behind me.  Uncle Kirby looked on in steely silence.

“Sarah get dressed, your parents will be arriving shortly.”  I nodded, following the tone instinctively in his voice.  He sounded like my Father, barking out orders to me.  I felt like I was ten years old again.  I waited until he’d left the room to sag against Sally’s bed.

“Are you going to let him talk to you like that?”  Sally said in indignation.  I shrugged sadly getting up and walking over to my bed.  This was one reunion I was not looking forward to.


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I'm glad to see you're writing again. I like the path this story is headed down. Hope to see more.


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this is another good story I jsut hope the one i wrote is any good, i dont see myself as a good writer but hey i gotta try  anyway good story cant wait to see what happens next


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The Reunion
 
I sat in silence in what appeared to be the break room.  Uncle Kirby had sent a couple of his men to escort me there.  My parents were arriving imminently by all accounts.  I couldn't wait to see my Mother, my Father was another matter though.  He scared me even now.  I might be a grown woman of thirty; but inside, at least where he was concerned, I was still a child of eight receiving six whacks of his belt for my diobedience. 
   The tepid cup of coffee felt good in my hands.  I didn't trust myself to drink the dark brew, my stomach was turning in knots.  I looked down at my red, battle-scarred hands.  I was lucky, the red marks that marred the skin were my own bites and not those of an infected person.  I quickly placed them in my lap, sitting up instinctively as I heard heavy footsteps approaching. 
    A hulking figure stood in the doorway, dressed in combat fatigues with bright gold stars sewn onto the shoulders.  He had aged in almost the same way as Uncle Kirby, sunburned and grey-haired.  They were almost mirror-images of each other.  Career soldiers, career arseholes.
"Sarah Jane."  He said curtly.  I forced a smile.
"Hi Dad, how are you?"  His blue eyes glittered like ice in his tanned face.  he walked towards me, pulling out the chair opposite me and sitting down.
"Kirby tells me you brought a truck load of survivors here over 200 miles through infested territory."  I nodded not trusting myself to speak.
"He said you led them all here because you thought it would be a better defensible area."  I nodded again, looking at the wide smile on his face.
"Good Girl. See, I bet you thought all those years ago I was being hard on you.  I wasn't, I was preparing you Sarah for just this event."  I glared at him, feeling my anger rising.
"Fuck you! You didn't teach me anything at all - except how not to be anything like you!"  His eyes widened for a moment before his face split in a huge smirk, he chuckled.
"I rest my case.  You are my daughter, and I don't regret a single second of your upbringing.  If you'd been pampered and mollycoddled you'd be dead out there with all the walking dead bastards.  As it happens, you're safe, your Mom is safe and that's all that matters."  He got to his feet.
"I've got to go see Kirby now.  Your Mom is resting, but I'm sure you'll be allowed to see her."  He motioned to one of the soldiers that had been flanking the doorway.
"Take my daughter to see her Mother."  He saluted and my Dad waltzed out the room in a cloud of his own importance.  The soldier walked towards me and I stood up.
"Hey, do you know what happened to Paddy, the soldier who drove us here?"  I asked him.  He looked at me and smiled.
"He's ok, they've been debriefing him.  So General Marshall is your Dad huh!?"  I nodded and he smirked.
"Tough break, he's a bastard."  I smiled broadly.
"You can say that again."  We started to walk down the white painted corridors.
"So what is this place?"  I asked him he hesitated, but then relented.
"Well seeings as your Dad is General Marshall I'll tell you, but I didn't say anything ok?"  I nodded.
"It's a research facility, I'm not sure what they do here to be honest, I don't have the clearance.  But there are labs a few levels down and they wear hazmat suits and it's really hush hush down there."  I frowned.
"How hush hush?"  The soldier grinned.
"I heard even the President doesn't know about this place."  I rolled my eyes in disbelief.
"We're here Maam."  We stopped in front of a locked door.  The soldier rapped on it three times.  It opened revealing a hospital bed and my Mom surrounded by machines.  A nurse in a hazmat suit led me to an office at the side of the room, barring my view.
"What's happened to my Mother! Let me see her!"  The nurse shook her head.
"She was fine until 20 minutes ago, then she started to convulse.  We found a small bite on her ankle.  She's infected. I'm sorry."  The apology seemed to have been added as an after thought.
"No!!!"  I screamed loudly dropping to my knees.  My father stood in the doorway, his teeth clenched so tight that I thought his jaw would shatter.
"Nurse why wasn't I made aware of this?"  He barked out.  The nurse left my side and walked over to him.
"Your wife was fine until 20 minutes ago and then she began to convulse and on inspection we found a small bite on her ankle.  Was she exposed to any infected?"  My Father took a deep breath nodding.
"God Damn it Marion! Why didn't you tell me!" He shouted to my Mothers unconcious form.  He turned his face to me, his eyes brimming with tears.  It was the first time I'd ever seen him cry in my entire life.
"Sarah out of here now!"  He barked.  I got to my feet hurrying past him into the corridor.  I hugged my body against the wall, allowing the sobs to come.  I collapsed to the floor sobbing as if my heart would break.

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I didn't have time to mourn my Mother.  A few hours after the scene in the hospital room, I was sent word that my Father wanted to see me.  I washed my face, brushed my hair and changed my clothes into some combat fatigues I'd been given.  Sally squeezed my hand as I left the room and turned to her, forcing a little smile.
"Don't let that bastard grind you down Honey."  She said and I nodded.  I was flanked by two soldiers as we marched down the corridors.  The soldier looked straight ahead not talking or interacting with me.  It was almost better like that, I couldn't trust my voice not to tremble with emotion at the moment.  They led me to a large conference room with a long table and at least twenty chairs around it.  My Father was sat at the head of the table, Uncle Kirby at his side.  Soldiers of various ranks sat in the remaining chairs, apart from one next to my Father.  I walked up to him and sat down.
"Good, I'm glad you could be here Sarah."  He said with pride in his tone. His eyes took in my clothing and cold demena, and he seemed satisfied.
"This Sarah my daughter.  From this moment she is to be given highest clearance in all aspects of Base 40Alpha."  If the soldiers had any reservations about a civilian being given clearance that high, they were astute enough not to voice them.
"Major Daniels, please can you bring Sarah up to speed."  The Major, a black soldier in his early thirties got to his feet.  He cleared his throat.
"General, Maam, This is what we know of the contagion.  It has been called Morningstar, named I believe by a Lt Col Anna Demilio.  She is the only expert on the virus, but as of two weeks ago her whereabouts are unknown.  Our own team of virologists have been working on the virus for the past two months, since the original outbreak in Africa.  Dr Matterson, can you explain the virus please."  Major Daniels sat down.  A tall, skinny man who looked no older than twenty got to his feet.
"Well...the virus...well It's a tricky sucker.  It infects the host, keeps the host alive almost indefinately causing the host to crave human flesh, presumably a mechanism whereas the virus can be passed by bite through the infected saliva.  These carriers can be killed, but once dead, the virus reanimates the corpse.  The only way to kill them outright is to destroy the brain.  Incubation period from bite to carrier is roughly twelve to eighteen hours depending on the level of virus in the bite.  At this stage there is no cure.  I only hope where Lt Col Demilio is she is working on a vaccine."  I shook my head in disbelief.
"So you've known about this virus for months and you did nothing to stop it spreading and killing millions of people?"  I shouted at him.  My father placed a hand on my arm, his grip digging into my flesh.  I refused to acknowledge the pain.  I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"We've been working on it since we became aware of the outbreaks in Africa.  There was nothing we could have done to stop the spread in reality Maam."  I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it. 
"Col Davies, what is the news concerning the other bunkers?"  My Father asked.  Another soldier got to his feet, his red hair cut close to his scalp.
"We've lost contact with Washington, California and Texas are online and audiable.  New York, Chicago and Nebraska have intermittant contact, but have so far avoided infection within the bunker."  My father nodded.
"That is all.  Dr Matterson, I want you to work around the clock on this."  He got to his feet.
"Sarah you will be given quarters close to mine.  You will be given a task to do, to make yourself useful."  His voice was in such a tone, that it was an order and not a request. I stayed behind as the soldiers filed out.  Dr Matterson was the last to leave, collecting his papers aggitatedly.
"Dr Matterson."  I said and he looked up at me with scared eyes.
"Yes Maam?" He said hugging the papers to his chest.
"How old are you?"  His eyebrows shot up at the question.
"I'm twenty two.  I was a third level technician until my superior became infected and then proceeded to infect four of the other technicians.  I'm out of my depth here.  I got out of college last year and came right here."  I smiled and squeezed his arm in assurance.
"Me too, I'm an elementry school teacher.  I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my Father.  I guess we're both stuck between a rock and a hard place."  He smiled.
"I'll do my job to the best of my ability, but I don't know whether that will be good enough."  I sighed walking towards the door.
"That's all you can do, all any of us can do."  I walked away down the corridor, my mind a swirl of information. 
   How I wished right there to be back in my classroom marking homework.  I don't know how much more I could take.



 


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Great story, and the connection to the Morningstar Saga. Keep it coming


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this story is really good, ive been waiting wat seems like ages to read teh next installment.

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This is really a good story.


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Thanks Guy's *blush*

I'm going to be able to write full time now, my man has been given a new job building offshore windfarms - which means relocation (within 2 weeks) to deepest, darkest Yorkshire, and a new house and considerable raise!  Which means I become a lady of leisure!  John (H.I.D) said that being in a new, quieter area (it's a tiny village) will mean I won't be distracted at all when I'm writing, as I tend to procrastinate and usually watch guilty pleasure TV like Jerry Springer, Maury Povich etc... when I'm supposed to be writing.

He's very supportive - I just hope I don't let him down.....Sigh!

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enjoyed the update nic.

a word concerning your move.  I have heard of people going to yorkshire, but i've never actually known anyone who came from there.  I have heard of yorkshire pudding.  therefore, A+B= yorkshire pudding is made from people!  People!

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  You know.....I thought that when I was viewing houses. 

Have you seen Hot Fuzz? Starring Simon Pegg and Nick Frost - the little village in the movie is just like the one I'm moving to - me and John kept saying "The Greater Good!" In a country accent as we were being shown around!!!  

I actually love Yorkshire Pudding, with Roast Beef and loads of gravy Yum!!!  If it's made of people, then bring it on


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i didnt know u were a full time writer! do u have anything in print, or are u gonna get something in print? because that would be freakin' sweet. hope u and ur dude get along well, and u create many good stories and mini nocolisis offspring.

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Hi Surviver5

Well up until now, I wasn't a full time writer no.  I've written since school, for the school paper, for corporate magazines, for a few online magazines including one called Darkwrite and I've had some poetry published in three anthologies. My poetry nowerdays is none existant - since I fell in love with my man almost 3 years ago, the muse left me. It was a little on the dark and twisted side anyway.  Before him, I lived with my Mum and worked full time, I had no life, no responsibilties and writing was my only outlet.

I used to be obsessed with writing, I would write in work, when I got home, through the night - if I had an idea in my head I couldn't sleep until it was down on paper.  Now I've learned to compartmentalise - if I think of a fab story idea, I'll jot it down and add to it - then when I have the time I'll write it down.  I have a really sloppy writing style - John tells me off all the time because I will just start a story/novel/etc and not have worked out what happens in the end - he's more methodical - he says you should have your characters fleshed out, know their motivations and their own stories before you try and write them out fully - also I should know where the story is going.  I just sort of wing it usually!

Anyhoo - if you're interested in reading some of the stuff I've published online just let me know and I'll send you some links. I've posted one of my short stories called "Jenny's Curse" in the fiction section - it's a little dark and twisted

Ok....I think I've rambled quite enough about me for a while

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links please! dark and twisted suits me

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ok - will do. I looked for Darkwrite, but the link I'd saved doesn't exist anymore I've added a few links to poems that I've written - the darker the better  

http://allpoetry.com/poem/1281544 death and the raven.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/1101157 darkness.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/1013345 the walls have eyes like rancid jello.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/840195 twisted.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/778182 you're dead to me.

This will do for now - as I don't want to bore you.  If you like them I will add more links.  These are just poems, my short stories will be added later.

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I like the Raven, nice imagery there.  Post more, I'm definately not bored (unless you count work today)

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