Zombie Fallout 3: THE END .... by Mark Tufo, Monique Happy, Zelio Vogta Read Free Book Online Page A
the shots within their own borders they didn't act to save any other country."
"They figured if we were going down then we were taking as many people with us as possible."
"Quite." The Doctor said resignedly.
"But you said third world countries, Doc. Is there anywhere that is zombie free?" I asked hopefully.
"We have satellite communication with most countries that are still people populated." He pulled his hand across his face. "It seems we lose contact with a handful every week as they go dark."
Going dark could mean a lot of things. Possibly running out of power, burnt out diodes, laryngitis, bad case of the hiccups might keep someone from broadcasting.
"Australia seems to be the least infected, but it really is only a matter of time."
"An exponential disaster, one becomes two, two becomes four, and so on."
"And so on." The Doc repeated sadly.
"How much of humanity is left Doc?" Where do you go, what do you do, when hope is gone?
"In the states, maybe 5% aren’t zombies yet. The rest of the world, well they're lagging behind like usual but are coming on fast, they may have upwards of 15% of their populations still alive."
"Is there any way to stop them?" 'Them,' being our neighbors, our friends, our families.
"We've been working on a vaccination."
I must have looked at him funny.
"I know, it seems a little late in the game for that. Haven't had much success anyway, volunteers have been scarce." He said weakly. "The new agent might counteract the flu immunization if someone were to immediately seek out help. But at this point I can barely give someone a saline solution intravenously. If we have generations left it will take that long for the fear of needles to subside."
"What if someone is bitten?" I asked hopefully.
"Maybe in the beginning a stronger vaccination could have helped, but the disease has mutated. The pathogen that floods the body in a bite now is much too virulent. It overwhelms the body's defenses in a matter of hours, what used to take a day or more now happens in half that time. Individuals don’t even have the capacity to die in the traditional manner before they are reanimated."
"The speeders." I said aloud.
"Speeders?" The Doc questioned.
I related our experience with this new breed of death dealing machines.
"With the original 'zombies,' I'll use that term because it seems to be the current vernacular to call them but not completely true. Anyway, the older agent could take up to 24 hours to overwhelm its victims. The patient's body temperature could swell well above the 107 degree threshold before the brain literally began to cook. Once the infected 'died' the microorganisms or parasites really began to go to work."
"How is that possible? Doesn't the parasite die when the host does? How can it keep going without that symbiotic relationship?"
"And that's the difference. Our little carnivorous sycophant values its existence above all others. Sort of like man itself." The Doc said wonderingly.
"Doc, come back."
"Right. So I can't even begin to go into depth about how, but apparently when the leech realized that its very life was on the line, it developed a way to reroute the functions of its host. It took control much like a marionette. Unfortunately, this type of hostile take-over requires copious amounts of proteins to sustain."
"Meat." I said softly.
"Precisely."
"What happens when their food supply runs dry?" I asked knowing full well I was talking about people.
"You may or may not have noticed that they will eat just about anything they can catch. Funny though they will have nothing whatsoever to do with high protein bars which would sustain them just as easily as meat based proteins."
I knew the answer but I asked anyway. "How do you know all this Doc?"
He didn't hesitate with his response. "We've got ten of them on base for studying."
"What the fuck?" BT yelled. "You've got those things on site? Are you fucking crazy?"
"Strange." The Doc said as he stood up and
"They figured if we were going down then we were taking as many people with us as possible."
"Quite." The Doctor said resignedly.
"But you said third world countries, Doc. Is there anywhere that is zombie free?" I asked hopefully.
"We have satellite communication with most countries that are still people populated." He pulled his hand across his face. "It seems we lose contact with a handful every week as they go dark."
Going dark could mean a lot of things. Possibly running out of power, burnt out diodes, laryngitis, bad case of the hiccups might keep someone from broadcasting.
"Australia seems to be the least infected, but it really is only a matter of time."
"An exponential disaster, one becomes two, two becomes four, and so on."
"And so on." The Doc repeated sadly.
"How much of humanity is left Doc?" Where do you go, what do you do, when hope is gone?
"In the states, maybe 5% aren’t zombies yet. The rest of the world, well they're lagging behind like usual but are coming on fast, they may have upwards of 15% of their populations still alive."
"Is there any way to stop them?" 'Them,' being our neighbors, our friends, our families.
"We've been working on a vaccination."
I must have looked at him funny.
"I know, it seems a little late in the game for that. Haven't had much success anyway, volunteers have been scarce." He said weakly. "The new agent might counteract the flu immunization if someone were to immediately seek out help. But at this point I can barely give someone a saline solution intravenously. If we have generations left it will take that long for the fear of needles to subside."
"What if someone is bitten?" I asked hopefully.
"Maybe in the beginning a stronger vaccination could have helped, but the disease has mutated. The pathogen that floods the body in a bite now is much too virulent. It overwhelms the body's defenses in a matter of hours, what used to take a day or more now happens in half that time. Individuals don’t even have the capacity to die in the traditional manner before they are reanimated."
"The speeders." I said aloud.
"Speeders?" The Doc questioned.
I related our experience with this new breed of death dealing machines.
"With the original 'zombies,' I'll use that term because it seems to be the current vernacular to call them but not completely true. Anyway, the older agent could take up to 24 hours to overwhelm its victims. The patient's body temperature could swell well above the 107 degree threshold before the brain literally began to cook. Once the infected 'died' the microorganisms or parasites really began to go to work."
"How is that possible? Doesn't the parasite die when the host does? How can it keep going without that symbiotic relationship?"
"And that's the difference. Our little carnivorous sycophant values its existence above all others. Sort of like man itself." The Doc said wonderingly.
"Doc, come back."
"Right. So I can't even begin to go into depth about how, but apparently when the leech realized that its very life was on the line, it developed a way to reroute the functions of its host. It took control much like a marionette. Unfortunately, this type of hostile take-over requires copious amounts of proteins to sustain."
"Meat." I said softly.
"Precisely."
"What happens when their food supply runs dry?" I asked knowing full well I was talking about people.
"You may or may not have noticed that they will eat just about anything they can catch. Funny though they will have nothing whatsoever to do with high protein bars which would sustain them just as easily as meat based proteins."
I knew the answer but I asked anyway. "How do you know all this Doc?"
He didn't hesitate with his response. "We've got ten of them on base for studying."
"What the fuck?" BT yelled. "You've got those things on site? Are you fucking crazy?"
"Strange." The Doc said as he stood up and
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