The Undead Revelation
Chapter 1.
See, no one knows exactly how it started. Or how it
spread. There have been theories, stuff like ‘A laboratory accidentally dropped
a vial of the virus’ or ‘the governments of the world has been secretly
poisoning our water with the virus for decades’. You know, crackpot theories.
But no one actually knows how the infestation started. All everyone knew is
that whoever was able to get on a plane in a couple of select places across the
world; they would be extracted to a special non-infected place. The infestation
wasn’t in full-throttle just yet, but everyone was terrified enough to listen
to the government. To get on that plane. One of those people is named Collin
Langley.
Collin is a writer. Born in Hampshire, England, he grew
up, living a very stressful life, till the point where his parents got divorced
when he was a teenager. The first chance he got, he moved away from his home
and studied at Oxford. There, his passion for writing bloomed. Collin loves the
idea of creating new worlds and characters through the written word. He’s taken
a particular interest in the writings of H.P. Lovecraft, especially the Cthulhu
Mythos. He was on his way to go to Providence in the United States when news of
the infection had gotten to him. So, while in the airport, he had changed his
flight course to wherever that evacuation plane would take him.
You know where this story is going right? Well, if not,
here’s how that flight went down…
Simply enough, the plane crashed in the ocean, no one was
sure which one. The reason for the crash was that one of the passengers had
taken out a pistol he somehow smuggled onto the plane and shot up the place,
believing no one had any chance in this infected world. After shooting the
pilots and him in the head, the plane crashed into the water. That’s when
Collin had taken one of the seats as a flotation device and swam forward.
Eventually, Collin had made his way onto shore. Now, he
doesn’t know which country, nation, or territory this shore belongs to.
Frankly, it doesn’t belong to any government at this point. Hell, most
governments barely hold control over established nations at this point.
Now, this simple story about people in the zombie
apocalypse begins when Collin wakes up from unconsciousness that he achieved
after swimming many miles onto this shore. I dearly hope you all enjoy it.
~
Collin’s eyes flutter open as water from the tide
splashes over his face. He coughs once or twice, using his weak body to crawl
away from the harsh waters of the sea, continuing to crawl backwards with one
arm and two legs until his hand touches some damp grass. He then lets his upper
body fall back onto the grass. He can only groan as the utter exhaustion and
pain runs through his body. He falls asleep once more.
Several Hours Later…
He wakes up again, this time, the exhaustion has lessened
but the pain still runs strong through his body. However, this time, he’s able
to stand up and survey his surroundings. He’s standing just above a small
coastline and to his surprise and joy, behind him is a railroad that runs off
to the distance, no ending in sight.
“Civilization!” He exclaims, without thought of anything
else that may be near him. His voice is slightly deeper than an average British
man’s voice would be, but it’s mostly because of the lack of happiness he feels
about his situation.
Immediately, he attempts to follow it with almost a
sprint, but realizes the weakness in his legs. He continues to push on, but at
a slower pace, almost a limp rather than a walk. As he walks, he continues to
take note of his surroundings. A temperate climate in appearance and plant
life, but very it’s warm. Odd, as it was winter when Collin had gotten on the
plane. That must mean two things. One, he’s been asleep for several months or
two, the plane crashed below the equator. Something tells him that it’s the
latter option.
After about an hour of walking, Collin meets the end of
the railroad and curses. He’s been walking the wrong way this whole time. As he
turns back to look at the railroad he had just followed, his eyes drift toward
the forest to the left of him.
What could be the
harm of going through the forest to the other side of the railroad track? Collin
thinks to himself before turning toward the forest and starting to limp.
An hour later…
Well, I’m lost
He thinks. I guess that’s the harm he was wondering about.
His plan was just to walk through the forest to get to
the other side of the railroad, a shortcut. However, this forest was much
larger than he expected and must have gone well into this island. So, his only
goal now, was to get out of the forest. He would have gone the way he came, but
he doesn’t actually remember the way he came. He didn’t exactly keep track.
Collin sighs and turns right, deciding this is the only
real course of action to take, which is go in a new direction and hope for the
best.
Some time later…
After several hours of walking, he finally made it out of
the forest, taking some twists and turns. He walks out onto an open field, his
legs now strengthened by the walk he took and no longer causing him to limp,
and looks around. To his surprise, he sees five people at the far edge of the
field, crowding over a downed man.
“Hey! Hey, I’m over here!!” Collin yells to the group,
and all of them turn towards him. He gestures for them to come over.
All of them do, much to his dismay. He notices odd
patterns in all of their behavior. Each of them has unearthly pale skin,
completely white eyes with green veins on the iris, and odd patterns of
movement. Two of them move across the field like a gorilla or some other
primate would, others move as quickly as they can, but still quite slowly.
Collin knows what these people are. They’re infected.
“Oh shit!” He exclaims before taking off to the right as
fast as his legs can take him, moving toward a hill.
The infected follow him to the end of the field and some
up the hill and it doesn’t seem that he will be able to lose them by running,
especially the primate-like ones. He changes his plans to run back toward the
downed man’s body and through the field and into the oncoming valley. He heads
down the hill, but halfway down the hill, he realizes he’s going too fast and
trips over himself trying to slow down. He tumbles and rolls to the bottom of
the hill, landing on his side.
“Ngh…” He moans before seeing a primate-like infected
close in on him. “Agh!”
Collin quickly turns his body and then shoots his foot
up, landing a hard shot straight into the infected’s neck, sending the primate
over onto the ground. As he gets to his feet, he notices the other infected
moving closer to him, and takes off toward the man’s body.
Collin closes in and sees the horrific site of a
half-eaten corpse of a normal man. He hesitates a second, looking over the body
in shock. That second cost him though and an infected barreled into him,
throwing both of their bodies to the ground. As he hits the ground, out of pure
survival instinct, he uses his legs to propel him toward the body. His hands
quickly roam over his body, wrapping his hand around a handle and attempting to
rip the handle out of its sheath, but the sheath has a button on it, trapping
the item inside of it.
While his hands fumble with the button, the infected
crawls toward him. He hears a gurgle, turns around, and kicks behind him,
pushing the infected backward, but still, the other infected close in. Finally,
he gets the button unfastened, and whips the item out, which he sees is a
machete.
The first thing he does is quickly sliced clumsily into
the head of the infected below him. It chops into the weak skull, leaving quite
a large indentation, damaging and disabling the brain, which kills the
creature. He turns to see the other primate bound toward him, where he grabs
ahold of the machete’s handle with two hands, and slices forward, missing the
head and hitting the spot where his shoulder and collarbone meet. The blade
gets stuck in the body and the infected attempts to scratch and claw at Collin,
who is able to move out of the way of his hands and use his foot to assist in
ripping the machete out of his body and slice at its head, slicing about half
way into the weak skull, killing the infected.
Collin falls to the ground from the large, sweeping
strike, landing on his hand and knees. He looks at the infected, seeing the
white eyes darken slightly. He easily pulls the machete out from the infected’s
head, as there is a large space between each side of the blade. He notes that
both times he killed an infected; it had to do with the head. He stands up and
looks at the normally moving infected, who are slightly limping and walking
clumsily.
He gives a strained yell before moving to them and
slicing one of them in the head, throwing it to the ground, using the momentum
of that strike to slice back upwards to hit another zombie in the jaw, lodging
the blade in there, killing it, but still causing the corpse of the infected to
fall onto the blade and pulling it to face the ground. The final infected
closes in on him as he feebly tries to rip out the machete, cursing as he does
so.
“Shit… shit…” He mumbles before the infected makes one
final lunge. “Fuck!”
Seeing the lunge, Collin pulls on the blade with all his
might, slicing up through the corpse’s head, cutting it in half, and then
slicing the zombie with all of his might, causing the very weak skull to cave
in and kill it, but the machete to fall from Collin’s hands and fly over to the
side, landing on the ground. Collin trips over the infected corpse’s body and
rolls onto the ground, breathing heavily.
Collin takes several deep breaths, taking a moment to
realize that he survived an encounter with undead people. After lying there for
about ten minutes, he finally gets to his feet and immediately turns to the
machete. He walks over to it slowly and picks it up off of the floor, hefting
the blade in his hand. He turns back toward the corpses and sees the infected
he had just killed. Carnage, blood, and death flooded over the scene. He turned
away from it.
“The
blade is gonna be heavy to carry around,” He notes and his mind causes his eyes
to wander toward the body, which he sees lying next to the two dead
primate-like infected.
He
walks over the body and looks over it. His arms have been eaten to shreds,
completely useless as well as his legs. His stomach has a large hole in it,
surrounded by several smaller holes, some fit for fingers and some fit for
hands. As he searches the body for the sheath,
“Gah!”
He exclaims, his thoughts and action cut off. He falls backward, onto his ass,
before looking back over to the body.
No
longer a corpse of a man, the body had finished its evolution into an infected.
It snarls, bites at the air and feebly tries to move toward Collin, who just
stares at the body.
That thing was a person once… He thinks to himself before standing up and looking at
it.
Collin
looks down to its waist to see the sheath of the machete, attached to a belt
that has a holster for a handgun, but lacking an actual gun. It is unscathed
for the most part and would actually prove invaluable. Collin runs a hand
through his light brown hair, realizing he has to kill that thing before going
for the sheath, or risk a deadly bite. He stands over the helpless infected,
taking a couple deep breaths that just don’t seem to get the air into his body.
He raises the machete over his head with two hands and looks at the creature,
another life form just trying to survive…
…And
then drops his hands, dropping the machete to the ground. Quickly, he kneels
down and rips the belt with the holster and sheath on it off the zombie,
flipping it over onto its side while tugging at it. He quickly crawls away from
it and then stands up, putting the belt on, which fits well enough. He grabs
the machete from the ground and looks at his body. His long sleeved blue shirt
with the sleeves rolled up is slightly splattered with blood, but his forearms
are clean as well as his jeans and sneakers. His hands, however, are quite
bloody.
That’s human blood, muddied up by whatever they are,
sure… but still human…
Collin
shakes his head, walking back onto the pathway that leads to a short valley
between two hills. He looks back toward the infected that is still biting and
gurgling, and then turns back to the path. He won’t kill it. He can’t yet. So,
with that, he puts the machete back in its sheath and walks through the valley,
overshadowed by death.
However,
upon walking to the end of the valley, Collin looks down to see the two hills
are up on a small mountain, which overlooks a large town. Collin can only try
to fill his lungs with air.
To Be Continued…
