‘Argh’, he screamed as he fell clenching his hands over his head. He usually gets these chronic headaches that felt like his brain were been pummeled with long sharp needles driven straight into its core. These headaches were usually followed by flashes of his days after the zombie attack. The images were a blur but he could see himself in a white room with men and women wearing white overalls and masks flocking around him. Their faces were too blur to make out but one face stood out, it was that of a pretty woman who stood outside the white room looking through a glass door. She seemed to be in charge of the operation. He had seen the face somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where.
He laid strapped to a bed while series of wires, fluid, and machines were connected to him. It was as if they were injecting something into him, he couldn’t tell. Then he saw himself, a man in white and that same lady in another room. The man in white was telling the woman that he was the first successful subject to fully accept and integrate the system into his body. During the flashes, he continually slipped in and out of consciousness.
After what seemed like forever, the headaches and flashes subsided and he stood up from the ground. He staggered to his drug cabinet, opened a bottle of strong painkillers, and took a handful of them. He then sat on the ground and began to sob. What had come of him, a once strong soldier? He could no longer recognize himself again.
‘This can’t be my life’, he said and stood up from the floor. He looked at his watch again, it was already twenty minutes past ten o clock in the morning. He wanted to go out but he paused at the door, looked at the poster one more time, went to his table, grabbed it, and zoomed off.
He went to the site indicated on the poster. It looked like an old abandoned building with military personnel dressed up in personal protective gear motioning on people where they should enter. He walked up to the closet military personnel insight
‘I’m here to volunteer for the…’
‘I.D please’ the soldier interrupted him. How rude he thought. He reached for his wallet and grabbed his I.D. the soldier grabbed it from him and slotted it into a mobile I.D processing system. His I.D was registered as a known carrier of the virus.
‘Move to the left and join the queue of people standing in front of that canopy’, the soldier commanded him in an angry tone.
‘You’ll die of hypertension if you keep talking that way’, he made a sluggish grin while replying to the rude soldier. This infuriated the soldier more and he shoved him hard that he nearly fell to the ground.
‘Hey!!!..’, he screamed at the soldier, ‘remember I’m here on my own volition and I can choose to leave anytime I choose’. The soldier burst into fits of uncensored laughter.
‘Look who we have here, one of them funny dudes huh?’ the soldier said and then changed his countenance immediately, ‘let’s see how far your jokes take you, now move it!’.
He had worked long enough for the government to know that he now belonged to whoever was running the show here. He lost all his rights when he walked into this place. As he made his way to the queue, he could feel the eyes of a woman fixed on him, watching his every move. He looked up into the last floor of the building to see the woman who was staring intensely at him. She was beautiful, elegant, and commanding. He wondered why out of everyone in the crowd, she singled him out.
He stood in the queue for almost 5 hours before he was finally processed and motioned to enter into a large train that accommodated about five hundred sufferers. Everyone moved to the train undisturbed except him. All the security personnel had their eyes on him. They were been transported to Detroit concentration camp where all sufferers were camped for the safety of the entire population. As he moved toward the old looking train with dusty exterior and an almost rusted bodywork. The lady on the top floor was still staring at him. He remembered her from his dreams, she was the lady in his dreams. He walked faster to meet a fellow sufferer walking towards the train and asked him who the lady was pointing at her.
‘She is the First Lady’, the man told him.
‘The first lady?’ he asked. How didn’t he remember her? Did someone mess with his mind? As a veteran, he was supposed to know who the first lady was. He looked up to have a good look at her again but she was gone. Something was not adding up he thought to himself but he could not figure out what it was.
He entered the train and immediately it filled up, the train started for the Detroit concentration camp which was hundreds of kilometers away from where he was. It is going to be a long journey, so he laid his head on his seat and fell asleep.
The screams of other passengers woke him up from sleep. Aside from the screams of other passengers, he heard familiar high pitched screams from outside the train. The sounded like a thousand men crying in a high tone voice at the same time. At this point his eyes opened fully, he recognized those screams, he recognized them, and he knew what they were.
‘Zombies!’
