"15 days Later"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.
Bank District, London.
“Remind me again why we are doing this?” the armor clad man said as he shot at the oncoming zombies, three fell as his rounds hit them. “And while you do that pass me some ammo will ya?”
The other man threw him another magazine and fired a couple of shots at the unending monsters flowing out of District one. “We are going to rob banks! Pounds my friend. All those precious pieces of paper rotting in those vaults.”
“The damn Britons weren’t saved by those damn things , I mean look at us we’re bound to be fucking killed by those things.” The first man said as he broke off into a run.”Lets head for higher ground”.
“Come on Matt , if we do that now we’re going farther from our goal” pulling the first man down as he spoke.
“Well my goal is to stay alive Arian! According to the reports we got most of the Infected from District One are all neatly clustered up in this place. Right between the bank district. Fancy that huh?!”
“Well that’s why we have all these bullets with us now don’t we?” The man named Arian peeked out of their cover to see that most of the infected had stopped running toward them. They seem to be going toward one of the buildings on the northern side. “That’s our cue to get out of here man. Follow me!”
Matt thought it was crazy. Crazy but he knew that Arian was right. If they were able to get enough of that money out they would be rich enough to start life again. He would never ever want to go into another stinking hospital again. No more filth from these people. Probably in the tropics where he can work on his tan. Even as he thought of it , it sounded selfish in his head. He knew why Arian was doing this and it just wasn’t to survive. Since the destruction of District One he has not been able to contact his family. A family he knows that must be worried about him. A family that needs all that he can get here.
The plan was simple. Go into the banks set off explosives and take as much money as possible. They started out with 7 people and now here they are at two. The Rage virus really is efficient. They weren’t ready for this , all of them were nurses at the District One medical center until the army decided to carpet bomb the place. It had been 3 weeks since they had been fighting to survive. It was Arian who found that supply depot that saved them all. He was also the one who got most of them killed with this crazy plan , but Matt reasoned that everyone knew the risks upon joining , Arian didn’t force them into something they were not fully aware of. Matt was aware that as he followed Arian, he was distracted by the infecteds rattling of the northern building.
“Someone must be in there…”Arian started to say and was cut off by Matt.
“Oh no you don’t , you were the one who said we shouldn’t get sidetracked remember? And besides we’re not the fucking army! They should be the ones doing the rescuing. If we get all torn up there the others would have just died in vain.”
“I know…sorry man. When this all works out lets give the guys a proper funeral service ok? Now here’s the bank , lets hurry and do this.”
Arian thought of the other 5 guys who were with them. Honest and decent people left here by the army , truth be told if the army ever came back it wouldn’t be to rescue them but to exterminate them. That was what the CMO told him in case an outbreak could not be controlled and yeah they weren’t able to control it big time. The whole District One affair was a mess.
“Stay Sharp Matt , keep your eye on the door. I’ll go set up the explosives ok?”
Matt nodded as he took up a position near the entrance. The strong wooden door was long gone , probably from the original outbreak when the whole city went into a rampage and decided to kill everyone. The whole Bank was full of garbage; Skeletons lay on the floor and he saw Arian move warily toward the vault where he knelt and he set up the C4. He didn’t ask how he knew about those things. Arian seemed to know a lot of things. He must make it a point to ask someday when this is over. Suddenly Matt noted a change in the movements outside, the mob seemed to be moving toward them.
“Arian, you better hurry up with that, the ghouls outside seem to be wondering what we are doing in here.” He aimed his gun at the entrance. The wide window on the right of the door burst and it was pouring infected into the floor. Matt started firing, the window on the left burst as well and soon the growling masses were just a few feet away from where Matt was firing. “Things are getting sticky here man…are you done yet?”
“Take cover Matt! Over here!” Arian motioned to a nook on the left side of the vault. The infected were gaining on him. Arian waited for the last second when Matt was clear into the nook and then he detonated the C4. The explosion rattled the bank. The nearest infected were blown away to pieces. Those farther back succumbed to pieces of falling debris.
The two men coughed out dust and tried to hold their heads as an endless ringing seemed to begin. They held on to the wall to balance themselves and as they did, they began to laugh at everything that happened. Arian took his first step into the vault and started to stuff the money in bags. “This is it. When we get back to the Philippines we’ll be filthy rich! You’ll get that tan you’ve always wanted Matt! Matt?”
Arian turned around afraid of what he might see. He saw his friend writhing as blood spurted out if his neck, an infected’s teeth deep into it still. He knew that at any moment he would turn. At this close range he had to take his shot. Matt had died and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t die in vain. He fired his gun at the two things in front of him. They both fell to the floor. He let out a sigh. It was finally over. He can take the prize and hide.
Suddenly he felt it, a stinging in the eyes that seemed to stretch an eternity. He saw all the blood that covered him. Somehow some got into his eyes. He felt his body twitching then spasm uncontrollably as the Rage virus multiplied rapidly and destroyed every fiber of his being. He knew he was being broken down, his memories starting to fade, his body feeling numb, his sensations dying, he knew he would never need to eat or sleep or drink or fuck ever again. He would neither love, nor care. Only one thing mattered; only one thing screamed in his brain. Rage.
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Editor's Note: This story occurs 15 days after the carpet bombing of District One in the movie 28 weeks later.
Originally posted in Effective Communications. A Big thanks to Patrick Racho for that.
Alright! I liked the action, the drama, and the resolution as well. And please stop blaming me. Hahaha.
ReplyDeleteLet us just say that I needed the push hahahaha...
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