The Z Infection by Russell Burgess Read Free Book Online

we could let them through the
gates.  It would be the end of us all.  There was no room for them in any
case. 
           But worse, I could now see what was happening
on the fringes of the crowd.  There were fights.  People were being knocked
down, attacked, bitten.  I could see one person who looked like she was being
eaten alive by a group of people.  I thanked God that she was too far away to
hear.
           Then I saw my first riser, as they came to be
called.  I watched a man trip and fall.  Two of them were on him before he
could get up.  He flailed at them with a brief case and managed to get back up
and run away.  He hadn’t gone much further than about fifty metres and he
suddenly stopped, clutching at his throat.  He went into a spasm and dropped to
the ground again.  He writhed around for twenty to thirty seconds and then
suddenly went limp.  I guessed he was dead but his injuries didn’t look to have
been life threatening. 
           I don’t know why, but I continued watching him
for another minute or so.  Something told me his story wasn’t finished yet. 
Suddenly, I saw a twitch.  His arm moved.  Then a leg.  A few seconds later he
had pushed himself up and was looking around.  Then he stood up.  I nearly
dropped the binoculars.  I had thought he was dead.  This couldn’t be
happening.
           Then he joined the rest of the gathering mass
of serial killers, grabbing at people, biting them.  They too fell after a
while and they too rose and joined the throng.  Before long I realised that it
was a tide that could not be halted.  Everyone outside the palace was going to
die, sooner or later.
           I sprinted back down to the guard room and from
there to the side gate.  That’s when I saw the girls.  They were with a few
others who had detached themselves from the main crowd and decided to look for
another option.
           ‘Open the gate,’ I ordered the soldiers.  ‘Let
those people through.’
           ‘We have been ordered not to open the gates,’
said one of the lads.
           ‘Do it,’ I snarled at him.  ‘Then close it
again before everyone else gets wind of it.
           They opened it up and those fifty or so
terrified souls poured into the compound, thanking me as they came.
           Once they were through, the gates were locked
again.  Just in time to stop the next group from getting access.  They reached
through the gates, begging to be saved.  There was nothing more I could do.  To
open them again would have been suicide.  I turned my back on them and walked
into the guard house.  I can still hear their pleas today.
     
    Government Announcement
    14:45 hours, Friday 15 th May 2015, Whitehall, London
    ‘This is a government health
warning.  Due to an unexpected event, which occurred this morning in the Covent
Garden area and surrounding streets, it is advised that all residents remain
indoors and do not approach any persons with symptoms of aggression or unusual
behaviour.’
    ‘It is also advised that any person,
who has suffered a bite or other injury from contact with a person displaying
these symptoms, seeks medical attention immediately’
    ‘Further information will be given in
due course, but in the meantime it is repeated that residents should remain
indoors.’
     
    Dr Richard Bryson
    14:50 hours, Friday 15 th May, Whitehall,
London
           I don’t know if it made me feel safer or not,
having my own personal SAS bodyguard to take me from place to place.  There
were four of them, all dressed in camouflage gear and heavily armed with
automatic rifles, pistols and grenades.  They didn’t say very much, but they were
friendly enough and made sure I got everything I needed.  Certainly nobody was
going to harm me with those guys around.
           Taff was the one in charge.  He was a big
Welshman with a lilting tone, but I could tell there was an extremely tough
individual