"Outbreak Tablas: Peter"
Virgilio F. De leon Jr. MD
The night held so much terror for those on the Island. It started around midnight when Peter and Ruby heard the shots that were being fired in the subdivisions. Then there were the people running to the sea side , screaming out of fear. Clutching their children and precious belongings while running toward the city center where the police station should be.
Peter knew that some were probably heading toward the bridge. A 2 lane bridge that separated the town from the Northern part of the island. He had often wondered why that place had a very active red light district. It was probably because a lot of roads literally and figuratively end there and the owners were always willing to pay for new meat especially if they would be paying on the cheap. Ruby here was one of the girls he got from the place. The abandoned day care center would be a perfect place to consume her services , she offered to him once they got out of the bar.
Peter found that it was easy to break into the building and he was not the one to go to the nice motels that now littered the island. He wanted the business done quick. He remembered this place to be a waiting shed where he brought women before.Then it got well lighted , courtesy of the beloved Governor who placed his name there. He loved the place and thought it was like an instinct for fish and other animals to mate in one spot. Only he was not here to continue the species. He was just here to release some tension. He was getting a lot of heat from his Commanding Officer lately and this was about the only time to do it. Day Zero was not scheduled on the island for a couple of weeks or so he thought. Ruby here won't be able to do the ministrations she was doing on him while she was a zombie. So he was taking advantage of her natural talents now. He knew the all the signs and knew what was going on before Ruby even noticed.He was just too close to satisfaction now that he did not want to stop.
"What was that?" Ruby said , stopping at a crucial point. The luminescent Rose tattoo on her massive breasts showing in the darkness as she lifted her head. She had heard the gunshots.
"Don't mind that now!" Peter said a bit irritated. Like a pro Ruby just shrugged it off and continued her job. He was done in a matter of seconds. He promptly zipped his pants , got his gear and suited up. Ruby was fumbling for tissues in her bag to wipe herself when a hand broke through the window that was directly behind her and grabbed her hair. She was pulled back instantly , the glass splintering in her wake , the sounds of the shards falling on the ground breaking the silence.
Peter began Tsking. He found that it was such a waste of talent but the Undead do need to feed.With Undead already outside he knew that someone screwed up in the labs. Subject Zero must have been released too early or they were not able to grade its Virulence correctly. Hence the fast and uncontrolled spread.Either way he knew that they had to prepare because all hell was breaking loose on the island. If he knew the Old Man and Tessa correctly they might have been done with it already.He had to stay quiet and wait for his chance to get out of here.
The Sun was way up when he peered out into the open again. Thanks to a pheromone that an Adam gave him(with much bribing) none of the Undead outside sensed him and they were quietly milling around. Aimless as they were they stopped when they first heard the gun fires that afternoon.The lot of them turned theirs heads toward one direction and he saw where they were going. They were heading for the bridge. Ruby whose torn blouse let her massive assets hanging was among them. Poor girl.
Peter decided that there was no rush. In a couple of minutes those shambling ghouls would reach their destination.
He now heard sporadic gun fire from the Bridge. Someone was making a last stand. The question was how long they could make that stand when there was more and more of these monsters every minute. He assumed that the owners of those bars on the bridge had a small weapons cache for frightening off Rivals and Unruly customers but he was not sure how they could match up to things that came right back up when you did not shoot them in the head. He did not want know or even cared.
Peter knew why the Day Zero Project chose him for this mission. He grew up here.He knew the place more than any briefing could tell his team mates His family once ruled this island and he made sure that all those close to the clan were sent off some place safe for the next couple of weeks. He could imagine that a lot of mistresses and unwanted people were left in the households. He had planned that those staying on this island would be in safe , defensible areas. He was not so sure how the defenses would hold up now. Some of the areas would just be receiving supplies this week. Damn who ever screwed up.He was calculating the potential political losses if some of the top players were killed here. At least he could say that almost all his relatives minus all the undesirables or embarrassments were now safe in the States or doing an extended shopping spree in Hong Kong. In the following weeks they would be back and his family would be in power again. They would have all the resources to rebuild.The Day Zero Project would see to that.
He could envision his Uncle coming back to the island , his painted grief and his solemn vow to do everything it takes to put everything in order. Peter of course would not take any credit for all this. His family would. No one knew how deeply he was involved in the project after all. They just knew him as some goofball technician.
He brushed the thoughts aside. He had to go back to the Condo his team was using. With the Zombie mass going toward the bridge it was a simple way of picking his way out from zombie stragglers. With mixed emotions of excitement and anger Peter set out into the afternoon.