The Last Outbreak (Book 1): Awakening by Jeff Olah Page B
Authors: Jeff Olah
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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normal attacked one another, almost as if possessed. From the awkward angles of a majority of the shots, most taken from a distance, these individuals moved like animals. The aggressors pursued their prey without reason or a sense of self-preservation. As David flipped through the major video sharing sites, new clips were uploaded faster than he could view them. “What the hell is going on?”
“Click that one on the right, titled… Feeders. ”
As the video began, the first few seconds jumped around like a marble in a coffee can. Nothing on the screen could be seen for more than a millisecond. Obviously someone running, every desperate breath more pronounced than the one before. As it hit the twenty second mark, the video momentarily went black and then was quickly turned onto its side, the camera pointing directly at the latest victim.
The sound had been muted and the lower third of the frame was occupied by a slow moving river of what looked like charred motor oil. It ran from the massive wound at back of the victim’s head and slowly pooled around the camera. As the lens refocused, the image became clear.
Only the top of the aggressors head and shoulders were visible as he moved on his hands and knees into the frame and leaned over his victim’s face. Thrusting his head forward and pulling away multiple times, the video paused and then restarted. As the thing that was supposed to be human pulled away, David shot back in his chair. “OH. MY. GOD.”
As his friend slid backward, Ethan leaned in. “He just tore off that guy’s face, look.”
“Yeah, I can see that. But what is it that I am actually seeing. What in the world is wrong with that guy?”
“Drugs?”
“No,” David said. “This stuff is happening in too many places. It has to be some sort of a virus—a plague or something. Maybe terrorism, I don’t know.”
As the video continued to roll and the two friends looked on, the much smaller man on top began to claw at his prey. One repulsive handful of flesh at a time, he pulled the larger man apart. Not satisfied with what he’d seized with his teeth, the crazed individual leaned back and began forcing the blood-soaked shards of skin from his victim’s chest and abdomen into his mouth.
As the larger man flailed in agony and then rapidly went still, David paused the video and looked away. “This isn’t right, it can’t be. Normal people don’t act like that.”
Scrolling through the images along the right side of the page, David turned to his friend. “Ethan, this one is from the city.”
“Okay?”
“What about your parents?”
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Opening her eyes, Cora was unable to move. Pinned beneath two motionless bodies, her heart began to race as sweat ran from her forehead and dripped onto the woman below. Attempting to scream for help, her words were stopped short. She could breathe, but only in quick short bursts as the weight from above continued to settle.
The bus that had been upright and gliding along the mountain road only minutes ago had become little more than a chaotic mess of arms, legs, and screams of agony. The distant cries were coming from behind and toward the rear of the hollow steel tube she was now trapped inside. “Trish, please be alive.”
As the confused shouting at the back of the bus quickly turned to screams for help, Cora slid her hands to her chest. Nearly forgetting her wrists were bound, she pushed off the window at her back and twisted away from the two bodies trapping her against the woman below.
Finally able to take a full breath, Cora pushed backward and wedged herself into a semi-standing position. From her new vantage, she was able to look over the sea of bodies and further on, the fire that had begun to consume the rear of the bus. And although the flames had yet to breach the interior, there wasn’t yet cause to celebrate. She was still wearing a pair of standard issue handcuffs.
“Click that one on the right, titled… Feeders. ”
As the video began, the first few seconds jumped around like a marble in a coffee can. Nothing on the screen could be seen for more than a millisecond. Obviously someone running, every desperate breath more pronounced than the one before. As it hit the twenty second mark, the video momentarily went black and then was quickly turned onto its side, the camera pointing directly at the latest victim.
The sound had been muted and the lower third of the frame was occupied by a slow moving river of what looked like charred motor oil. It ran from the massive wound at back of the victim’s head and slowly pooled around the camera. As the lens refocused, the image became clear.
Only the top of the aggressors head and shoulders were visible as he moved on his hands and knees into the frame and leaned over his victim’s face. Thrusting his head forward and pulling away multiple times, the video paused and then restarted. As the thing that was supposed to be human pulled away, David shot back in his chair. “OH. MY. GOD.”
As his friend slid backward, Ethan leaned in. “He just tore off that guy’s face, look.”
“Yeah, I can see that. But what is it that I am actually seeing. What in the world is wrong with that guy?”
“Drugs?”
“No,” David said. “This stuff is happening in too many places. It has to be some sort of a virus—a plague or something. Maybe terrorism, I don’t know.”
As the video continued to roll and the two friends looked on, the much smaller man on top began to claw at his prey. One repulsive handful of flesh at a time, he pulled the larger man apart. Not satisfied with what he’d seized with his teeth, the crazed individual leaned back and began forcing the blood-soaked shards of skin from his victim’s chest and abdomen into his mouth.
As the larger man flailed in agony and then rapidly went still, David paused the video and looked away. “This isn’t right, it can’t be. Normal people don’t act like that.”
Scrolling through the images along the right side of the page, David turned to his friend. “Ethan, this one is from the city.”
“Okay?”
“What about your parents?”
11
Opening her eyes, Cora was unable to move. Pinned beneath two motionless bodies, her heart began to race as sweat ran from her forehead and dripped onto the woman below. Attempting to scream for help, her words were stopped short. She could breathe, but only in quick short bursts as the weight from above continued to settle.
The bus that had been upright and gliding along the mountain road only minutes ago had become little more than a chaotic mess of arms, legs, and screams of agony. The distant cries were coming from behind and toward the rear of the hollow steel tube she was now trapped inside. “Trish, please be alive.”
As the confused shouting at the back of the bus quickly turned to screams for help, Cora slid her hands to her chest. Nearly forgetting her wrists were bound, she pushed off the window at her back and twisted away from the two bodies trapping her against the woman below.
Finally able to take a full breath, Cora pushed backward and wedged herself into a semi-standing position. From her new vantage, she was able to look over the sea of bodies and further on, the fire that had begun to consume the rear of the bus. And although the flames had yet to breach the interior, there wasn’t yet cause to celebrate. She was still wearing a pair of standard issue handcuffs.
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