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LOL!! Ok I'll have dip through my poetry and post some more links - Thanks for reading


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 Great story, I'm enjoying it very much

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Thanks for reading

It might take me a week or so to write anything new as I'm moving house today - argh!! I hate lots of mess and I seem to have been living in a cardboard box hell for the past few weeks!!! I'll be glad to get back to normal!

Wish me Luck!

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Enjoy your new house and try not to stress over the cardboard box mountain that will be your living room   Looking forward to having the next installment x

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any updates on new installment????

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Sorry Survivor5 - I'm currently up to my eyes in cardboard boxes at my new house. I've been in 2 days - I don't know how I've accumilated so much stuff in the 3 years me and my partner have been living together - nightmare!!

I've got some idea's for the next part though, I should be able to write it early next week sometime, once I have found my cutlery! (WTF! the movers didn't write the contents on some of the boxes and I have been using plastic forks for 2 days!!!! Dickheads!!

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When can we have an update?

Please!!

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I'm writing it now

I've been AWOL for a few weeks as I got a job (as a mortgage advisor) and then quit the job (it was working for a corrupt arsehole!!!) so now I have time to write again! Weeeeeeeee!!!!

I should have it up in the next couple of hours!!!

Thanks for reading!

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The calm before the storm

 

 

The days passed quickly in the bunker.  The job my Father had promised me, didn’t materialise, so I spent most of my time talking with my new friend Billy, the virologist.  He was smart and witty and he helped me take my mind off what was happening outside.  Thankfully my Father didn’t venture into our space, and it gave me time to reflect some on what had befallen me, and the rest of the world.  We got into deep discussions on many topics, putting the world to rights over a snifter from his hidden bottle of Jack (which he kept in the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet)

 

Sally and I were separated; She was assigned a job down in the officer’s mess making up big pots of rehydrated potato hash and beans.  She didn’t complain though, Paddy was just across the hall from her, and they spent their nights in each other’s arms.  It warmed my heart to see their burgeoning love, it made it seem that even though the world above had gone to hell, there was still a glimmer of hope.

 

I hadn’t thought to ask my Father what had happened to my Mother, and now the time had passed.  I presumed he had put her out of her misery and then burned the body.  I didn’t like to dwell on those scant moments when I had watched her thrashing around in the bed, trying to bite at the nurses.  That monster had not been my Mother; my Mother was the cookie making, PTA and committee loving stay at home Mom who had raised me and loved me.  That person, although dead to me now, was so far removed from the monstrous abomination she had become.  I liked to remember her as she was, and not what she became.

 

Eight days after I had arrived in the bunker, my Father sent for me.  I had walked nervously into his office, not knowing what was in store for me.  He turned around when I sat down, his steely gaze boring into me.

 

“Sarah, I hear you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dr Matterson.  How would you like to work with him down in labs?”  I stared at him in astonishment.

 

“But Dad, I don’t know anything about virology?”  He smirked and shook his head.

 

“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah – I paid your college tuition.  I know what classes you took. 

For the first two years you took biology.  I never liked that nerdiness that you exhibited, but it’s stood you in good stead now.  Report to Dr Matterson immediately.”  His tone was dismissive and I got to my feet.

 

“Dad, I don’t want to go down there.  It was just a couple of extra credit classes that I took.  I don’t know anything about virus’s!”  He glared at me.

 

“Sarah, we are at war here.  You will do what you are told to do and like it!”  I felt deflated and scared as I walked down the corridor to Billy’s office.  If I had known then what I know now – I would have run screaming from the bunker.

 

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Billy seemed as dumbfounded as I was to be lumbered with my help, but he didn’t complain as he helped me suit up.

“Sarah, there are some things down there that are going to terrify you.  Just remember they can’t hurt you and that we’re doing it for a reason.  We’re doing it for mankind.”  The tone of his voice frightened me more than the words themselves.  

 

    The elevator travelled down even further into the bowels of the facility, ten floors to be exact.   I was disorientated as he led me, through white shining corridors, the plastic window of my isolation suit fogging up with the amount of breaths I was exhaling. 

“What is this place?”  I asked as he opened the door into a large room.  Inside were several nurses suited up as I was disappearing behind the curtains of cubicles.  Billy sighed and led me to the first cubicle, pulling aside the curtains.

 

   I almost passed out at the sight of the small body thrashing around in the bed.  It was the baby from the truck, the baby I had tried to save by bringing her here.  The tiny arms were pinned to the bed from the shoulder down, so it couldn’t break them and get free.  It looked up at me with undisguised hunger in its eyes.  It screamed out loudly, a more guttural, animal sounding cry than the one I had heard the night of our escape.  I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, and I couldn’t wipe them away, because of my suit. 

 

   I started to struggle with the fastenings holding the hood onto my suit.  Billy tried to grab my arms, but I threw him off.

“What is this place?  Why are you doing this?  This is fucking sick!!”  I screamed at him.  He looked up at me sadly.

“It’s a necessary evil Sarah.  How else will we get hold of the blood needed to synthesis a cure, how else can we test the cure out? Of course on the infected people.  We are at war here.”  I shook my head violently.

 

“You sound like my Father!! You’re just like my fucking Father!!!”  I pushed past him, ripping the curtains open from around the beds.  There were dozens of them, dozens of the infected tied down to the beds, Thrashing away, Moaning away.  I came to the second to last bed and pulled aside the curtains.  My Mother lay there, her mouth open and gnashing at me with broken teeth.  Her lips were bloody and torn where she had tried to bite through her own lips. 

 

“You’re testing on my Mother?”  I said with a broken voice.  Billy walked towards me, but I held out my hands. 

 

“No Billy, I’ve seen enough.  I can’t help you here.  I want out!”  I rushed out of the room, dragging my heavy suited body along as fast as I could until I reached the elevators.  Billy followed me.

 

“Sarah please!  Be reasonable.  The human race is at stake here.  Wouldn’t you do anything in your power to save them?”  I took a deep shuddering sigh and shook my head sadly.

“Maybe I just don’t have it in me Billy.  Maybe I’m too selfish?  I’m a fucking Elementary school teacher for Godsake!  I’m not Joseph Mengele.”  I turned into the elevator, pressing at the buttons, quickly trying to get away from what I’d just witnessed. 
 
The doors closed and I was safe and alone, in a metal box, twenty stories below the earth.  Only then did I let myself truly cry.

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More, more, more

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Thank you *blush*

I'll see what I can do

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hurry up, need something to releive midday boredom.

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Hell of Their Own Making.

 

 

I was shell-shocked when I made my way back to my room.  If people noticed my distress they didn't pass comment.  I couldn't believe that my Father had been a party to the atrocities ten floors below; but he was in charge - so he must have known.

  I went into Sally's room, shutting the door behind me.  She looked up in surprise - I hadn't seen her for almost a week.

"Hello Stranger! What have you been up to?" I put my back to the door and slowly slid down it until I was sat on the cold tile floor.

"Sarah What's the matter?" Sally rushing from the bed to my side. I shook my head, the tears burning my eyes and preventing me from speaking.

"Sarah! Is it Paddy?  Is it your Father?" I blinked my eyes quickly trying to stop my tears. 

"I have to get out of here." I managed to say finally.  Sally's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Are you crazy? It's safe here.  There are no zombies, we have enough to eat, we have soldiers to protect us. I couldn't think of a better place to be at this moment." I scrubbed at my eyes with my sleeve trying to pull myself together.

"You don't understand what's happening here Sally.  It's only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan and we're right in it!"  Sally took a deep breath, her eyes searching mine for more information.

"What's happening Sarah?" She said finally sitting next to me.

"My Dad told me to help Billy.  So I went down ten levels to the labs. I thought I would only be looking through a microscope, maybe some experiments.  I couldn't believe what was down there......My God! My Mother was down there!"  Sally shook her head in disbelief.

"But your Mom is dead, she was infected. They killed her to put her out of her misery....didn't they?"  I bit my lip and shook my head.

"They have a hospital ward down there.  About twenty beds, every bed occupied with an infected person.  My Mother is down there, strapped down to a bed.  She's dead, but she's still kicking and screaming. She doesn't know who I am....all she wanted to do was get free and attack me.  Those restraints can't hold them forever. I'm scared Sally, I didn't realise what my Dad was capable of until I saw the horrors down there." Sally sighed turning me around to face her.

"I'm sorry about your Mom Hunny, but you've got to face facts. They're doing it for a reason. They want to find a cure for this. The world we know has changed, Sarah - we have to adapt or die."  Her words cut me deeply and I closed my eyes trying to steady myself.  Was she right? Was I over-reacting, because it was my Mother they were experimenting on?

"Sarah are you alright?" She said finally and I nodded. I got to my feet.

"I'm going to lie down."  I said struggling to open her door.

"Sarah...." Sally said and I put up my hand to silence her.

"I'm not sure I'm strong enough to adapt Sally."  I slid out of the crack in the door and ran off down the corridor towards my room.

 

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The siren woke me from a deep sleep.  It took me a moment to pull of my boots and dress.  I felt sick to my stomach, something was terribly wrong.  The door swung open and my Father stood before me.
"Sarah get moving, up on the roof - now!"  I moved towards the door.

"What's happening?" I screamed and he grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't ask questions, just run like your life depends on it." I pushed past him running towards the stairs.  I could hear screams, gunfire, the noise was deafening.  My Father followed me a couple of soldiers dropping to their knees in firing positions behind him.

"Dad! What the hell is going on?"  He pushed me up the rungs of the ladder to the roof.

"The base has been compromised.  We need to bug out immediately, there's a helicopter waiting for us on the roof."  A hand from above grabbed me and pulled me onto the helipad.  It was Paddy.

"Have you seen Sally?"  He shouted at me above he roar of the helicopters blade. I shook my head.  His eyes looked panicked as he helped me into the back of the helicopter.

"I can't leave without her."  He said as he secured my harness.  My Father got into the helicopter beside me.

"Get into the damn copter soldier." He barked.  Paddy stepped down from the copter, bending his head as he backed away from the blades.

"See yeh teach!" He shouted as he made his way over to the ladder. There were tears in his eyes.  My Father put a pair of headphones on me, then put on his own.

"Where are we going?" He looked at me, his eyes steely.

"We're going to Bunker 9, its the closest. They have room for us, we have enough fuel to do three trips."  I looked around the cockpit, it had room for eight people. At the most only 24 people would be saved. I felt tears pricking at my eyes.  Another couple of people climbed in beside us, then Billy followed, his eyes locking with mine.

"What's the sitrep Dr Matterson?"  Billy put on a set of headphones, speaking loudly into the mouthpiece.

"The lower levels are completely overun.  The bunker will be completely over-run in less than an hour." My Father swore loudly.  Someone climbed in beside me, and I turned to see them.  It was Sally, her face wet with terrified tears.

"Sally! Thank God!" She started to sob.

"I couldn't find him....Paddy's still in there!"

The doors slammed closed and the helicopter rose into the sky.  Below the infected swarmed into the compound, from above they looked like crawling insects.  I closed my eyes, trying to block it out. I knew what was happening inside the bunker, and for once I was relieved that I had my Father by my side.

 

 

 

 


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another amazing addition cant wait for more

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Great story itchin for another post, not that i am infected. LOL!!!!


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PLease Nic can we have some more?!


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Amazing story.

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Sweat, I did not know you posted up a new one, this was great! next chapter plz, by the way hope all is well


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Update?


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Its been about 2 months since ive asked, but Update?


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holy crap! part one was distrubing but awesome!

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Any chance of an update?  Please....? 

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Update!!!!!


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sorry guy's I only just saw these posts asking for more!

I'll get right on it now - should have it in an hour or so

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