idea of what sort of entertainment went on in there.
Mr. Dye lifted his hand and the steel doors swished open.
Dillon took a closer look as he passed and noticed a tiny sensor bar seamlessly
imbedded into the wall.
What I could do with this set up , thought Jana as
she took in the subterranean surroundings.
The aisle was about 12 feet wide and was flanked on either
side by large dark glass walls imbedded into a concrete structure. Jana suddenly
realized that she wasn’t looking at a glass wall but individual rooms encased in
glass. Jana couldn’t see through the darkened glass from where she was standing
but could only imagine what would be inside. There were enough glass cases to
house a few dozen zombies.
****
“Quite unusual isn’t she?” Willis Dye stood before a glass
enclosure rocking back and forth on his heels, hands deep in his Khakis.
To Dillon he looked like a kid inspecting a new form of
mutant alien.
Jana and Dillon watched the creature behind the glass. Her
skin was the color of burnt honey, smooth everywhere except for the underarms
and wrists where she had been bitten.
From years of study Jana knew by the location of the wounds
she had been bitten as she was defending herself. Bites on the underside of the
arms and wrist areas were common as the victim simultaneously tried to hold the
attacker back and protect the face at the same time.
The encased woman wore a bright red dress that fell just
below her knees. It was ripped and covered by layers of mud and dark debris
making it barely recognizable. The ragged clothes Jana recognized as the formal
burial costume of the South American tribe set deep within the Guyana forest.
The head dress she must have worn was long gone.
She had leaves scattered throughout her hair and the dried
blood from a recent feast, whose bones were scattered along the floor, covered
her hands, arms and mouth. Her eyes were one large puddle of black murk and had
a thin layer of the milky white substance common to Zombies.
But this one was uncommon to several they had researched.
For one she was quite attractive, and her flesh was well
preserved. Her skin was supple under layers of mud and muck.
She had a look of intelligence to her too, a knowing that
wasn’t present in modern outbreak areas. She would be a Type N, Common to South
America where the virus was the purest form.
Type N was extremely rare and very expensive. This was
perhaps the most magnificent specimen of the walking dead that she had ever
seen. And, she had seen thousands. But, one thing was positive, the girl was
absolutely stunning.
Jana was mentally going over the “Type N” list as she
watched the extraordinary zombie.
She would be quicker, more agile, and very aggressive.
Smart, cunning- can think and methodically plan, parts of the brain show
activity, very little physical deterioration, diggers, territorial, possessive,
slow eaters when food supplies ran short, callously torturing their victims by
eating around and saving vital organs for last… Very deadly, lethal.
As Jana accessed the zombie, Dillon and Willis were
engaging in conversation. Jana pulled herself out of her thoughts when Dillon
spoke, “Mr. Dye, where did you find this zombie?” Both already knew the answer
but Dillon wanted to hear it from him, see if he would tell the truth or conceal
it.
“I am a collector Mr. Parks and fortunately a very wealthy
one at that. I wanted to posses something so unique, so rare, and so utterly
exceptional that it was beyond human understanding. And look, with her I have
achieved my goal. I have seized the utmost perfect sampling of the living dead.
“I have spent my entire life looking at diamonds. They are
cold, hard and everlasting invaluable. Diamonds may not be so rare anymore but
they are extraordinarily unique unto themselves. A diamond is pure carbon. Each
atom of carbon is ingeniously arranged by nature.” Willis,
Mr. Dye lifted his hand and the steel doors swished open.
Dillon took a closer look as he passed and noticed a tiny sensor bar seamlessly
imbedded into the wall.
What I could do with this set up , thought Jana as
she took in the subterranean surroundings.
The aisle was about 12 feet wide and was flanked on either
side by large dark glass walls imbedded into a concrete structure. Jana suddenly
realized that she wasn’t looking at a glass wall but individual rooms encased in
glass. Jana couldn’t see through the darkened glass from where she was standing
but could only imagine what would be inside. There were enough glass cases to
house a few dozen zombies.
****
“Quite unusual isn’t she?” Willis Dye stood before a glass
enclosure rocking back and forth on his heels, hands deep in his Khakis.
To Dillon he looked like a kid inspecting a new form of
mutant alien.
Jana and Dillon watched the creature behind the glass. Her
skin was the color of burnt honey, smooth everywhere except for the underarms
and wrists where she had been bitten.
From years of study Jana knew by the location of the wounds
she had been bitten as she was defending herself. Bites on the underside of the
arms and wrist areas were common as the victim simultaneously tried to hold the
attacker back and protect the face at the same time.
The encased woman wore a bright red dress that fell just
below her knees. It was ripped and covered by layers of mud and dark debris
making it barely recognizable. The ragged clothes Jana recognized as the formal
burial costume of the South American tribe set deep within the Guyana forest.
The head dress she must have worn was long gone.
She had leaves scattered throughout her hair and the dried
blood from a recent feast, whose bones were scattered along the floor, covered
her hands, arms and mouth. Her eyes were one large puddle of black murk and had
a thin layer of the milky white substance common to Zombies.
But this one was uncommon to several they had researched.
For one she was quite attractive, and her flesh was well
preserved. Her skin was supple under layers of mud and muck.
She had a look of intelligence to her too, a knowing that
wasn’t present in modern outbreak areas. She would be a Type N, Common to South
America where the virus was the purest form.
Type N was extremely rare and very expensive. This was
perhaps the most magnificent specimen of the walking dead that she had ever
seen. And, she had seen thousands. But, one thing was positive, the girl was
absolutely stunning.
Jana was mentally going over the “Type N” list as she
watched the extraordinary zombie.
She would be quicker, more agile, and very aggressive.
Smart, cunning- can think and methodically plan, parts of the brain show
activity, very little physical deterioration, diggers, territorial, possessive,
slow eaters when food supplies ran short, callously torturing their victims by
eating around and saving vital organs for last… Very deadly, lethal.
As Jana accessed the zombie, Dillon and Willis were
engaging in conversation. Jana pulled herself out of her thoughts when Dillon
spoke, “Mr. Dye, where did you find this zombie?” Both already knew the answer
but Dillon wanted to hear it from him, see if he would tell the truth or conceal
it.
“I am a collector Mr. Parks and fortunately a very wealthy
one at that. I wanted to posses something so unique, so rare, and so utterly
exceptional that it was beyond human understanding. And look, with her I have
achieved my goal. I have seized the utmost perfect sampling of the living dead.
“I have spent my entire life looking at diamonds. They are
cold, hard and everlasting invaluable. Diamonds may not be so rare anymore but
they are extraordinarily unique unto themselves. A diamond is pure carbon. Each
atom of carbon is ingeniously arranged by nature.” Willis,
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