The Neuropathology Of Zombies by Peter Cummings Read Free Book Online

rejoined the
others. The sky was now brightly lit and I could make out the tips of the tall
palm trees extending above the top of the wall. Their green leaves fluttered
in the wind.
    CHAPTER 5
    A soldier walked up to me carrying a tangled mass of rope, “We have some stuff to bind the hands and feet. Found it in the police station. We’ll put a pillowcase over his head so he won’t see us and it’ll keep his teeth from getting too close for comfort, he looks like a biter. Once we get him down you can get some blood. We’ll need one of the medical guys to do the sticking.”
    “Good, I’ll take one arm and I will find someone to do the other. Can anyone think of any other samples we should take while we’re there?” I said. I turned my head and looked at the group of scientists around me.
    “Well, there seems to be dermal manifestations, maybe we should take a skin biopsy,” one of the men said.
“I agree. We’ll need somewhere to process the tissue. General Fitch, how are we coming on the hospital?”
“Our team secured the building last night, so the inside is clear. The problem is all the racket brought the dead out of the woodwork and the place is pretty swarmed. The two main entrances are double glass doors and they seem to be holding. All other ways in or out are loading docks and are secure. I’m worried about the glass doors, our engineers are designing a barricade to cover them. It should be done this afternoon. We’ll have shooters on the roof that can take out the crowd at the doors if needed, but we don’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves, we’re trying to lay low. I think you’ll be alright once your inside.” Fitch replied.
I was starting to trust him and felt as though he was one step ahead of everything. He was probably one step ahead of any scenario we could think of. I imagined he’d seen his fair share of combat somewhere, and I had a vision of him hunkered down behind a sand dune, shouting orders into a radio, his cool demeanor a stark contrast to his hot desert surroundings.
I stood up, “Alright! Things are taking shape! Let’s get our samples and send them to the hospital. While everyone’s working on the blood and skin specimens, I’ll head to the hotel.”
The General looked at me, “Doc, there is no way we can get anywhere near that hotel.”
“General, it’s important. We need to see what’s in that hotel! It may hold the answer as to what this is and how we can stop it. Always go to the scene, that’s what I was taught and that’s how I roll,” I replied.
“Fuck me. Alright, but it’s going to have to be quick as shit, Doc, quick as shit,” Fitch said and pointed his finger at me. “I ain’t losin’ anyone to those assholes, you got me? And that means you, too, Doc. Don’t be stupid.” I could read the message in his eyes: I like you, I trust you, don’t make me hate you because you kill one of my men.
“Agreed. I won’t be stupid. Now, let’s get to poor Igor. When we’re done, we should leave him bound, just in case we need to go back. Maybe put a mattress down for him.” I said.
Igor was still pacing around in circles when we entered the prison block. Eight of us crammed into the holding area. There were four Marines, along with myself and Dr. Allen. We were all dressed in biohazard suits. Another Marine with an automatic rifle stood by, in case things got out of hand. And there was of course, General Fitch.
Our plan was simple, hit him quick, bag the head and tie him up. From my early observations I could see he didn’t have any increased strength. If we all worked together, it should be pretty easy to subdue him. We snuck down the narrow corridor separating the two rows of cells, the General in the lead.
Igor stopped and released a loud, deep moan. His eyes widened and his teeth shown behind his rotting mouth. He shuffled over to the front of the cell, anticipating our approach. General Fitch slipped ahead and took position on the