Be

Quiet!

By

Rishendra Rarochanan

Shut your goddamn mouth! They can’t see us but they can hear us. Don’t you
know that? Gerald whispered loudly at me. Never have I experienced such
dismay; my bones were rattling and my spine felt an earthquake flow through

it. The bloodcurdling sounds of these demons from hell could be heard from

all angles, their footsteps getting louder and louder by the second. I could

almost be sanguine that my existence was about to end, I was contemplating to

writing my will down, but as I heard the muffled screams of Janet from above,

I pulled myself together and remained calm as best I could, knowing that if I

had left this Earth, she would suffer the consequences. Gerald appeared

equally petrified beside me and I witnessed his death before my own eyes. He
sat there, aghast, as a looker came breathing, panting air to the back of his

head, time seemed to have stopped for Gerald and I. The both of us knew that

a simple movement causing even the slightest chunk of noise would be the end

for both of us. In a blink of an eye, the atrocious looking, popcorn headed
monster yelled out loud and bit on Gerald’s neck. Blood splattered across my
face but I could not react. I was a witness of a homicide of my good friend. We

had just begun our journey and our friendship was growing. That was the start
of my journey to find peace at the end of a gruesome, dangerous road. I truly

believe that my experiences were one of a kind and my journey is more

precious than anything, anyone could think of, more so than a million

diamonds.

It was April in London, England, the melodies of usual could be heard like
birds chirping in the morning; twenty years before. Times had altered and that

time, the present, it was the sound of guns firing and people screaming. I had

become used to it; words I never imagined to utter. There I stayed, depressed,
lost and simply disinterested. I had nobody to be by my side, atleast not until

the infection started.The simple routine every morning, nothing too

spectacular for man of my age; a forty year old man waiting for a turning point

in his life. It had been twenty years since the two most dear and crucialthings
in life were taken away from me; the love of my life, Marge, and my daughter,

Susie. I was just living life for the sake of it after the both of them had left me,

all alone. There was simply nothing to the lengthy period, their lack of

presence have caused be severe depression and poignancy. The devilish

creatures that now roam around the world, have prevented any social growth

to look forward too, nothing to live for: no jobs, no family, no friends, not

even a man’s best friend.

So how did a man in his forty’s live during an apocalypse, a time so

dreadful, no horror movie could compete? Years of struggling to live have

granted me the skills to pursue for food, occasionally stealing for the sake of
survival. Although this seems exciting, trust me it is not. Wondering around in

abandoned building all alone, surrounded by monsters was not exactly fun or
joyful to do. Putting your life at risk each and every single day just to live to

do the same the next. That was my daily routine for many, many years. As you
would imagine, the same procedures were carried out the very next day.

Firstly, I would gather my bronze old pistol that always got the job done for
a low cost, some bullets and my trusty rucksack. My rucksack would be filled

with clothes and healing equipment in case an emergency persists which

would be highly likely, more so than living during the Second World War. So
it began, I would avoid any contact with any human forms I saw, if there was

one lesson to be learnt from all the years of suffering in that hell of a world
was to trust nobody. Follow it and you might just live to breathe another day. I

composed myself, believing in life and venture out m home that would appear

to have been fit for a homeless man. As the doors made out of crusty,

primitive wood shut in an eerie noise mimicking the sounds of the monsters
that walk our Earth, feasting on our bodies and tearing our souls apart. Making

sure that I have a clue about what my goal for the day was, I began the search

for equipment that I hoped would spare me some time to keep my eyes open

with intent. I would often ponder about how I used to hate grocery shopping,

never would I have ever imagined to struggle for simple goods as I did during

The Infection. My persistent mind strongly believes that survival during

mankind’s darkest days were much, much more difficult compared to the

times of the stone age. Going back to the topic of how I searched like a
prehistoric animal for food, my beat up body would crawl and jump over

places, guiding myself through abandoned buildings.

Despite my knowledge of my surroundings, which to be rather honest was

quite poor but excellent compared to the other human life forms that
surrounded me, the main threat were the lookers. These devilish creatures with

blood dripping eyes and a face hat of a scrunched up paper dipped in blood,
would utter these horrid, sickening noises to seek its next victim. The sounds
they make, truly sent shivers down my spine but fear was the last thing you

needed to survive. So I found a new area that was no longer under control by
the militants, where they had gone? I have no idea. Why? My mind simply
could not be bothered as where the militants had been, food would have been

present and that was all the mattered to me in times when the sky would

always remain gloomy.

Step by step I edged closer and closer towards the building as its eerie
image grew larger and larger by the second. Nothing could stop the feeling of

butterflies in my stomach, I was filled with anxiety as many questions came to

mind. Would I survive today? Would it be worth the risk? I paused for a
moment taking it all in, looking for an opening into the abandoned building.

The main passageway had been sealed shut with glowing yellow tapes with

the words danger on them’ but really living at the time was already as

dangerous as it could get. Five painful minutes went by, thankfully my eye

caught an opening through a window roughly at the third floor of this building

which I then concluded was an apartment before it was turned into the devil’s

lair. All thought aside, my body struggled and wrestled its way up the

apartment, climbing on the vines hat grew around the entire structure. Slowly,

I pried open the window, hoping that I was the only presence within that

haunted, cave like area. Words simply cannot describe what it looked like,
there was no place like it, all I can say is that the devil might have lived there.

Whoosh! Bang! Whoosh! Sounds of familiar arrived, not that of joyful

memories but that of nightmares. These sounds were followed by the ringing

of the iconic Big Ben, attracting lookers to its area. Forthwith when I breathed
the air present in the room, infective dust could be detected. Without wasting

another second, I took off my shirt and used it as a temporary face mask. It
had worked before and I hoped that i would work wonders for me yet again, of

course that is if I was lucky enough to win the lottery if it still existed.
 The particles of this dust, in my knowledge were infective particles similar
to when we cough but for the creatures known as the lookers. These particles

were deadly and could turn you from an angel into a demon within an hour.
Whether I would have been infected, I had no idea but what I was sure of was

that when the dust was present, the lookers were present. Ireached for my

pocket as I whipped out my trusty pistol in case of an emergency. Despite my

courageous tales, I could not stop m heart from beating a he speed of light at
that very moment. As I exited the room that was filled with broken glass and

plants that seemed to date back centuries, the sounds of the demons from hell

could be heard coming from beneath me. I began navigating myself across the

dark, gloomy holiday with only as much light as a single lightbulb. An eerie

vibe was certainly present and as I was walking, the noise of popcorn kennels

cooking came to my ears. Bang! He floor beneath my feet had collapsed

bringing me down. As landed on a solid surface, ricks were covering my face

and dust from the concrete had covered me eyes. Once I could finally see
sharply, sweat began dripping down my face like a waterfall, I was petrified.

Never had I been surrounded by these ferocious beasts, but why haven’t they

mauled me to pieces then? Lookers could only hear you but they could not see
you, they use echoes to search from beings in which they would brutally feast

upon.

The lookers were screaming as loud as they could, their scream

reverberated across the hallways and they would use the sound waves similar
to that of some animals in order track down living beings. How would I ever

get myself out of this much trouble? My body was frozen as even the slightest
of movements causing some sound would spell the end of my somewhat
precious life. I laid there, in an abandoned apartment that was near to being

pitch black dark, surrounded by unknown being that wants to consume me;

pondering about my escape, staying calm while doing so. Although the
situation was a death trap, I could smell victory at the end of that gruesome

experience. Somehow, I managed to escape the apartment, but how did I

succeed?

Right beside me was a dead body of a looker, its stomach had opened up,
revealing its inner organs and blood gushing out of it like a waterfall. There

was nothing within my line of sight that would enable me to make my escape.

Pondering as hard as I could, the extremely dangerous and hysterical idea

came to mind. What if I covered myself in the blood of a looker in order to

disguise myself and blend it with my fellow mates. Slowly, I covered myself

in blood, stench of it was putrid and pungent, it felt disgusting, indescribable.

The dead body of the creature was just laying there while my body was bright

red, I got up and made some noise, they turned around and screeched in an

extremely high pitched tone.

They stared at my direction but did not pursue me, they started moving

toward my direction, closer and closer as the seconds went by. They had a
distinctive limp to go with their horrid popcorn heads. Around five of them
were present around my surroundings as far as I knew.I thought to myself

‘Bloody hell, this might have just worked out’ and it did. It was a tremendous
feeling to be able to walk right past the lookers without being bitten or mauled

upon. I made my way out the building, somehow safe, or at least I assumed so.

It had already been past curfew and those who were caught at this time
would be put down by the so called soldiers, no matter who you are or what
excuse you have to offer. Once you come across a militant, you might as well

kiss your life goodbye. I had gotten my supplies, now I had to journey back to
my home safely. Arghhhh! The screams of humans being shot could be heard

from miles away, people that could have been my neighbours but whatwould I

know about it, I have to maintain a positive mindset no matter the situation. It

was painful, knowing that you could help out but he risk that comes with it
was not a never, ever the right option; despite it being the humanly action to

carry out.

The route back home was no disparate, risking a faster path would be

simply idiotic. Walking in mud and hiding from lookers would be better than

getting shot in the head instantly by militants. In my torn up shoe with more

holes than there were starts in space, I hustled through various terrains to

avoid any human contact. It seemed like the usual routine, similar to that of

hiking, just much, much more dangerous. However, I had been late this time,

militants were roaming around like a swarm of bees in their gigantic, green

tanks or by walking around, carrying an assault rifle, ready to fire. London

was no longer like before, Big Ben was covered in greenery and he

Buckingham Palace had eradicated until half its original size. It was no longer
a country, countries or communities have been banished from existence. Many

guards were surrounding the roadside so I had to take a detour. Tip toeing
around them led me to go into the woods. The arrival of the plant infested
demons had led to mass growth of plants. Many forests have developed all

across London. St James’s Park was no longer, just a bunch of random trees
and other greenery. I pushed myself through the woods, with wood piercing
my skin causing bright, red, warm, blood to drip down my lengthy arms and

insects of all shapes and sizes swarming my head smothered by dirt and ash.

Fatigue took over me and I could not have been bothered by those setbacks.

Two gruesome hours went by, I was sure that the path I had taken would have
led me to the correct area. In the distance, I could see my home. I felt such joy

that I wanted to shed into tears; when you survive another day in hell, it was

arriving in heaven. Step by step, stomping on the grass beneath my fee, I got
closer to my sanctuary. Hey! Someone had yelled out loud. The next thing I

knew, a man had tackled me and pinned me to the ground. The first thought

that arrived in my mind was that the man was a guard on duty. He said ‘Don’t

worry, I’m here to help you’. Obviously, I did not believe him.

My eyes peered open, where was I? It was a room, I knew that for sure with

a window that was barricaded and a bed fit for a cat, but where? Screech! The
door leading into the room opened up. A man dressed in a torn up grey hoodie

walked up to me and said ‘Sorry for putting you to sleep, I had to’. I was

enraged and started throwing words of anger right to his face, I felt like the
demon inside me was truly showing its colours. He didn’t respond, at least not

until I had stopped yelling. He simply uttered four words “They took your
home.” I was in shock, happy but also sad at the same time. On one hand the
man that I was speaking to did not want to blow my brains up but on the other

I had just lost my sanctuary. Where would I stay now? I assumed that
everything was lost.

I demanded his name and got an answer, it was Gerald, and gave him mine.

It would have been the sensible thing to ask him why he had helped me, so I
did. He laughed and told me that I should get some rest and would receive my
answer the next day. My mind was suspicious of his answer but I did not want

to have a bad image in the mind of a man who possibly saved my life. I did
not want to die then, so with a curious mind, I played along, getting sleep as

the night was fast approaching by the looks of it outside a tiny dap through the

window. As for where I stayed, it was the cat’s home. My body felt like it was

made out of iron and sleep was the only thing in my mind despite all that has
happened within the recent hours.

Morning came, and my body felt burns all through it, as if I had completed

a marathon the day before. In a silent scream that gave me the power to rise

out my bed; made out of only steel wires and a pillow filled with newspaper, I

walked towards the door. Strangely or rather normal during the time, the door

was locked. As of that moment I had no clue what sort of building I was in: an

apartment, a hospital or perhaps a school. All that I knew was that I was in a

room filled with noting besides: a bed, a chair and a table. The room itself was

rather tiny and its walls were tearing apart as if lookers had just been present

in there.

Gerald walked in and brought someone along with him. It was a girl, she
looked like she was in her teens and was dressed in a stained blue shirt and
rugged pants. ‘Who the hell is that and why is she here?’ I asked Gerald. ‘Easy

cowboy, she’s a special person, you see, she’s the cure, the cure to all of this.
Janet, show him your arm.’ My eyes could not believe what they saw, her arm

had a bite mark at least several weeks old but she was not infected. I was in
shock, how the hell was that damn bite mark not killing her? ‘Trust me, she is

the cure, I need you to bring her somewhere.’ ‘Why would I do that?’ asked
myself. ‘You owe me and you know it, do it, you might just save the world.’
replied Gerald. I pondered for a moment and thought, whatever, let me just

give it a shot, I had nothing to lose so screw it, it was not like I was ever busy.

He introduced me to her, and she asked for my name. I answered her in an

annoyed tone and she said ‘Do I really have to follow this guy?’Gerald replied

‘Yes, but I will meet you at the end of your journey and I will follow you until

I reach a stop that needs to be mad by me.’ ‘We should leave tonight’ said
Gerald. ‘Janet, you stay with him, I will pick you two up by 8 pm.’ She

moaned in agony but agreed. Gerald then left the house slamming the wooden

door shut behind him. Janet asked me what I was about to do and the simple

answer was, sleep. She acknowledged my idea with a simple ‘alright then’. I

laid upon my red sofa that had aged with pieces of fake leather tearing out its

sides. My eyes closed and when I woke up, it was raining cats and dogs during

night time. Janet was sitting by the window, pondering about something but I

did not question her about her silence.

She asked me where Gerald was but I had no clue. Without hesitation, I
insisted for the time and she told me it was 8:30 pm. “Why don’t you just

check your own watch?” asked Janet. I giggled and told her that it was a story
for another day. Half an hour went by, the both of us were silent and I
pretended to be asleep to avoid any conversation, I was simply not in the

mood for it. The said sad of thunder reminds me of my gruesome past that
cannot be avoided.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three loud pounds on the door, a few more and the

door might have even collapsed. I assumed it was Gerald, running late. I
arrived by the door and opened it, only to see a Gerald soaked in water and
blood. Without me even uttering a single word, he told me to not be perturbed,

he had just run into some lookers. My mind could not be less bothered about
his experience as long as he was not infected and he wasn’t. Janet was worried

and anxious to know if Gerald was infected but I assured her of his safety. He

got inside and changed his clothes, leaving his blood covered shirt in my

room. My eyes gave him a stare of anger but he just apologized. I grabbed my
gear and so did my compatriots. We were all ready to leave, although the

weather, we had to, at least that was what Gerald had said.

It was at this time, the militants would be on search for any lookers they

could eliminate or even people who did not obey their rules; us being one of

them. Gerald had made a path in his head we would all follow. This would be

the start of our cross country journey to deliver Janet to the scientists would

that hope to bring the world back to peace. We made our way down an alley,

and through. We have gotten ourselves in a pit, we were somewhat trapped.

Gerald had screwed us over then, I doubt he knew where he was leading us

anyways.

The light was as bright as sunlight and they were like predators, hunting for
prey. Any sudden movement causing noise would alert them and no
negotiations could be made for our lives to be spared. It was terrifying but I

had been through worse. To be brutally honest, humans were more dangerous
at the time as opposed to the lookers. It was like a night mare in real life, now

that I think about, the sate the world was in, was indeed surreal, truly
remarkable and I witnessed it, was a part of it. They were scavenging the

damp areas, like miners searching for gold in an abyss. We had to remain
silent and use signals to indicate our each and every move. If a gunfight were
to take place, Gerald and I would certainly be out gunned; you would at the

very least assume as we had two pistols as opposed to assault rifles on the
back of fairly well trained military men.

The sounds of footsteps could be heard from above us as we hid beneath a

small opening to the top. The area was a junkyard, filled with broken building

and ash. It was dark, cold and wet, but we had to deal with it. We managed to
move ourselves to a safepoint in a garage that had previously been owned by

Gerald; according to him but he only had the keys to the place and it seemed

dated back to the ancient times. The garage gave us a place to plot our next

move, as the tanks of them soared passed the streets, Janet was wondering

about what they were going to do. She looked sad.

After several minutes of careful planning, Gerald insisted we passed

through ‘The Dorms’, an area where militants had not entered but those who

live on the streets do. Those people were relentless and would look to

capitalize on the weak, not caring for humanity but for themselves. The more
and more I pondered about the state of mankind, he more I began to realize

that the true enemy to mankind at the time of world crisis were not the demons
themselves but the humans who have lost their humanity. Knowing the risk
that would come with the trip, Gerald and I exchanged words of anger towards

each other. “Go to hell, you are an idiot.’ and ‘Shut up, you want to die out
here?’ are examples of the sentences we used to communicate with each other.

‘Both of you, shut up! We would probably die due to your bickering rather
than following the wrong path’ said Janet. Those words settled down the

situation and I gave Janet a stare, how could a girl this young act as this? I
thought to myself.

So I agreed with Gerald’s idea, opting for the path filled with lookers and

scavengers, both of which eager for our blood. However, we assumed it to be

easier than sneaking around an army of men ready to shoot the second they
saw a strand of our hair sticking out. We set out for the journey and our first

stop was to pass through a hospital, not just a pathway but we felt that medical

supplies could be obtained from there; you would imagine so as it was a

hospital. He garage included various items, none of which were deemed

useful, all of them rusted and broken, a garage that cars in it.

We then followed the pathway leading to the hospital; it was dark, with

only moonlight to sow us the way, but, strangely, it was also silent. We were

walking along the road, which lad no sidelights, he ones that could be seen

were either spoilt on the ground and numerous cars, all of which had no doors
or tires. One thing caught the eye of Janet as we were making our way to the

hospital. An ice cream truck. She seemed so excited and impressed ‘Woah,

what in the world is that?’ she asked me. I explained that it was an ice cream
truck that served ice cream on the go. Gerald continued on giggling as Janet

could not believe what she was hearing. She was in complete disbelief, and I
felt rather sad that she did not have the proper experience a person her age
should have had. This would have been normal for every child in London 20

years ago but Janet had be born during the Infection, she had not experienced
a very peaceful life, yet unlike myself, I could see a smile on her face every

now and then.

We made our way towards the hospital, it was huge and green, covered by
the infectious plants, meaning what it contains within its compound are what
has wiped out most of humanity. Gerald and Janet had put on their masks but I

did not have one. They looked at me, puzzled as I grabbed some cloth in my
bag and wrapped in around my nose and mouth. Gerald exclaimed in anger

‘You bloody idiot, you forgot your mask?’ as Janet laughed at my stupidity. I

would have brought a gas mask if I had one and I told them to mind their old

business. Gerald then giggled as I gently punched his shoulder to stop it. We
were considerably right before we would possibly enter he pit full of infected

people. The front door was unlocked, it was covered in spider webs and rust,

the door was thick and made out metal. It took all three of us to push it open.

Then, the sounds could be clearly heard.

We stepped forward, slowly, tying to make as little noise as possible, when

the actions that led to the death occurred. Never would I have imagined to lose

his life so early or ever. He was an experienced man, he had a goal and I felt

the need to achieve it along with Janet who I could tell was worried but

thankfully, she was smart enough to remain silent while I tried to figure out an

escape plan.

So, how did I live from then on to tell this tale? It was a miracle to say the
least. Janet threw a brick across the floor as it bounced of the concrete ground.
Dust flew everywhere as only a bit of light seeped through the entrance of

which Janet was speaking from. It attracted the lookers and gave me a chance
to escape, I began climbing up the wall which was like a tiny hill made

completely out of rocks and ash. Slowly, I made my way up but then my foot
slipped and caused some tiny stones to crash onto the floor. There was no

more being quiet as the lookers have identified my presence. Without

hesitation, I ran up the hill as the looker came closer and closer towards me, I
could almost feel their breath on the back of my neck right before I escaped

but Janet and I knew that we were far from being safe at that point.

We could no longer avoid confrontation with the lookers, we had to outrun

them. Fighting them could be done but a single bite could turn us into one of

them at least for me that is. The hall way in the hospital were filled with lights

which benefited us but we did not know where or how to escape the hell hole.
One wrong exit into a room full of lookers that would be the end of our story.

Janet saw a large door at the end of a long pathway. We ran as fast as we could

and made it there. I handed Janet my gun and pried the doors open. The

sounds of the lookers were gruesome and got louder by the second. That was

until I heard three bullets being fired. I paused and turned around; only to see

three dead lookers on the floor and a girl saving our lives; Janet. Just as I was

about to congratulate her, roars of anger emerged, we could waste no more

time.

A window was at the end of this hall, much like a gym but in a hospital.
The waxy brown floor was clean, never seen such a thing for a long time. It

was empty with nothing to hide behind. The window was our only chance of
survival so we dashed towards it. Just as we arrived by the window, the very
door that we hoped would conceal us from the lookers burst open in dramatic

fashion. What my eyes witnessed next reminded me of my past as hundred of

lookers stormed towards us, emitting the sound that of a bird dying just

amplified by a hundred times. I burst open the window with a forceful punch,
not caring about the harm that would be done to my arm. Janet jumped

through it first and pulled me along with her. My foot got stuck in such shards
of glass. One looker caught my leg. It was like seeing the devil right before
my eyes; terms or expressions could not describe how I felt, such fear and

sorrow.

My body struggled with all its might o force my leg out and it did, cutting
my leg up leaving flesh wounds. Once I got out, the looker that pulled me was

trying to escape but Janet fired a bullet right towards its head, splattering

blood everywhere; she was not bothered by the blood. I said to her, ‘Run!’ and
she did, so did I.You could hear he lookers struggling o get to us, we dashed as

far as we could and we arrived at an apartment. I looked over my shoulders to

check if any lookers were after us, thankfully, there were none. We made our

way up a fleet of stairs. We stopped by a balcony to view any incoming

danger. The apartment we were in had been recently left behind by militants

meaning no lookers would be present. Their yellow striped tapes could be

found all around the place; on walls, down the stair and on eve room doors.

The place was a five star hotel in our minds. Such a safe area would have been

extremely hard to find but we could only manage to say the night there. Time

was our foe, it couldn’t have turned into our friend.

We camped the night in a room, I pushed the door open to see the most
beautiful sight yet, two beds on wooden racks and a window. It was heaven on
Earth and I was ready to collapse on the bed. I had not even noticed the red

painted walls with scratch marks on it after a couple of minutes. All in all, it
was an empty room. Within a few seconds, I got onto the bed and fell asleep,

Janet wished me a good night and did so herself. Noooo! I screamed as I woke
up in the middle of the rather peaceful night. My past haunted me in my sleep

and it scared Janet who was still awake late night. She asked me what was
wrong and I shrugged of the situation claiming it was nothing to be worried
about. Janet knew I was keeping a secret and she persisted I confessed. We

were both poignant regarding Gerald’s death but her curiosity just kept
growing.

‘Shouldn’t you be asleep by now? Its past your bed time isn’t it?’ was what

I replied to her. ‘Come on, you would have a relaxed mind if you just told me.’

said Janet. Although annoyed, I agreed and complied with her. I then
proceeded to tell her my story as best I could.

There I was, a middle aged man with an old shirt that lost its colour and

jeans as ancient as anyone could remember. The infection had taken many

things away from me but I will never let go of my most prized possession; the

watch gifted to me by my one and only daughter. Although her life has been

lost, the spoiled watch with a cracked screen remains wrapped around my
wrist. She gave it to me on the night the infection happen but it was also the

night where I lost my sweet heart. Every time I picture her image in my mind,

my eyes could not resist tearing up; her smiling face used to bring joy to me
every time I got back home from a stressful day at work. She was only

thirteen, she was gone too young, her dreams were big and I believed in her.
Despite her absence in this world, I will never forget or stop loving her.

Regardless of my strong emotions whenever her name came to mind; that is

Susie, the question about her death needs an answer. It was Christmas night,

we did not have an ordinary Christmas like many other families. There were
only two inhabitants in my household that is my daughter and her father, me

and it had been like that for many, many years. While other houses had lights
surrounding them or trees as large as a skyscraper, we had no Christmas tree
or a hundred gifts but Susie did not bother. When I told her that I could say

home for Christmas day, she was jumping in joy. We spent the whole day
watching television or reading books and chatting with one another. She

seemed so happy; judging by the huge smile always present on her face.

Night came and she forced me to say up a little longer with her, she did not

want me to go to work the next day as she would be all alone during the
holidays. So I stood awake, with my eyes wanting to force shut, she yelled

‘Merry Christmas!”. I had given her a pendant earlier on the day for the

special occasion, not expecting anything from my angel. She brought me a

tiny box wrapped in a beautifully coloured wrapping paper. With care, I

opened up the gift and what was inside it? It was the watch that I have been

holding onto till this day. I wondered how she afforded to purchase such a

valuable gift, an antique watch. She let me know that for the past few months,

she had been saving up to get me something special for Christmas as she

forgot about my birthday. I got up and gave her a big hug, we were all so

joyful. A couple of minutes later, the both of us fell asleep trying to stay up.
She was laying still on the coach while my body slept like a log on the sofa.

Then, it began. Sounds of police sirens were buzzing outside the house,
cars moving at the speed of light somewhere. We had both gotten up, in the

middle of the night. What was going on? I simply had no clue about it at the
time. Screech! The sound of a car breaking heavily could be heard coming

from outside. Firstly, I told Susie to stay calm as nothing bad was happening. I
ambled towards the front door peeking out the peephole and I saw him. It was

my brother, Daniel. He told me to quickly get in the car, I was puzzled and
worried. I questioned him why and he said “No time, just bring Susie along
and get in, we have to go, now!” He was my brother so I trusted him and

ordered Susie to get in Daniel’s vehicle. Before I did so, my body dashed as
quickly as it could into the house and I grabbed my pistol that had been hidden

inside the cupboard beneath the television and shoved in my pocket. I then ran

out, shutting the wooden door behind me as quickly as I could, my ears heard

the sounds of the locks breaking but it did not matter then.

We were in the car and unsurprisingly, everybody was distressed and

petrified. In Daniel’s red car that had bumps and dents all around it, he told me

the story. He looked afraid, he was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans,

nothing out of the ordinary but my eye caught something significant. His left

leg had little droplets of red liquid dripping down from it, I assumed it was

blood. Worried, I asked him if his leg was fine and he suggested his leg was

not an issue to be overwrought about, instead we should be concerned about

our world ending, an apocalypse. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ The

sensible question I asked Daniel.

So he explained, ‘Scientists have made an error, a huge one, like bigger the

event of the all the world wars. They wanted to design specific plant growing
formula, something that involved fungus growth, that will enable these brand
new toxin to extend human life but at the cost of some adaptations as a side

effect. A mice was tested and I was not behaving as usual, a pea sized brain
could have identified the serum was fault. Those idiots at the lab left the rat

exposed and somehow the scientists themselves got infected, they look like
horrible demons from hell, they are just indescribable. Their heads shaped like

popcorn and body parts that changed to an alien like figure. The number of
fatalities and infections are growing rapidly and could soon spread around the
world.’ What the hell was my brother saying was it true? It could not be, but it

was.

My mouth could not utter any words, or the first time in a long, long while,
I was truly frightened, not for my life but m Susie’s. I turned my head to view

how Susie was feeling and she told me to not be worried. How could I? She

was my daughter. I was about to speak to her and comfort her due to the
situation. Boom! That’s all I remembered when I woke up. I was in the car, hit

by a truck. We were flipped and smoke was fuming out the car like a gas

company. Debris were scattered everywhere and even worse blood. My leg

was hurt but I could still move, I believed it was just a fracture. In pain, I

screamed to pull myself out the vehicle, once successful I immediately went to

check on Susie and Daniel. My heart was beating at a rate faster than the speed

of light. Did my only family members leave me?

Crawling, I looked into the back of the car to check on Susie.Her eyes were

closed. Reached my length arms into the window and dragged my little girl
out. She was still breathing. I felt a huge relief knowing my daughter had

survived by when I checked for injuries, she had a broken arm and a broken
leg, both of which were on her right side. I laid her body on top of the cold,
black road. I then wanted to help my brother, what I saw next sent shivers

down my spine. My brother was no more. Blood gushing out his skull like a
waterfall with his eyes still open. Any human with a brain would know that he

was dead and could not be returned. I sat there starring at my brother, as fumes
blew through my face, I heard the voice of Susie saying “Is that Uncle

Daniel?” and then I heard her crying in despair. She had lost her uncle and I
had lost my only other family member.

Around me, screams of terror that of a horror movie were surrounding my

daughter and I. A few seconds went by, only then could I hear the eerie sounds

of what I call the monsters, lookers. Hundred were approaching the direction
everyone was going. Without hesitation I forced my half dead body to rise up

and pick up Susie. My legs moved as fast as they could, at that moment, the

world ad forgotten its laws, survival was needed for the first time in humanity
in a long, long time. Despite the fatigue, I continued to run forward amongst

other inhabitants of my town, London, in a burning street filled with burning

cars and buildings with broken windows.

My will was strong but I had reached the pinnacle of my body’s tolerance,

and my mind knew a detour had to be taken. As the sounds of these possessed

beings grew louder by the second along and the numbers of those evacuating
their areas, my eye caught a gate by the side of the somewhat road. It was a

guide way to an extremely narrow passage to an area I had no idea about. I

had noticed that nobody had decided to enter the area. Did they not know
about it? I could not care less. The less the number of people, the less the

attraction for trouble or more specifically, death by the monsters that were
once normal people.

I approached the rusty gate in the mix of the chaos but would it be a risk
worth taking? Thankfully the door had not been locked, who knows when the

last time anyone has passed through it. So I continued my pursuit to safety, I
turned to see if anyone or anything was following me. All I saw were people

running for their lives. The pathway led to an entrance into a shop, a barber
shop. Scissors were scattered everywhere and the chair were upside down. I
could finally breathe for a split second. Bang!

A man in a bulletproof suit entered the store. He was armed with an assault

rifle, I assumed he was part of the army. Susie and I felt safe although she
could not speak as warm, crimson red continued to drip down, passing onto

my clothes bathing it in a new colour. I told him that we were hurt and half

way through my speech, he demanded me to be silent ‘Shut the fuck up, move
another muscle and you will be put down!’ He then talked into his microphone

attached to his suit, “Sir, they are unidentified” and after a few seconds “but

sir, he has a child”. Shocked and petrified, I pleaded our innocence and begged

him for safety. He raised his gun and pointed toward my head. Susie was not

conscious but I was. That was about to be the time both of us lost our lives.

Before I could even react to the man’s actions, my ears heard several
gunshots followed by one distinctive shot. My body had collapsed to the

ground; I sat up and saw the militant on the floor, dead, with blood flowing out

onto the dusty, grey coloured floor of a barber shop. In a blue shirt, a man
approached me but starred beside me. I looked across my shoulders. Susie was

lying there with blood spilling out here torso. I was in disbelief and held her in
my arms. I pleaded for her to stay with me but she only managed to cry as she
lived her last few seconds. As tears dripped down her eyes and blood rushed

out her torso, I begged for her to stay with me. I could hear her silent cries of
pain as she got quiet and stopped reacting to anything. Hey eyes had stopped

blinking. She had protected me, I should have been the one to die. I did not
even get the chance to tell her how much I loved her or even say good bye as

she left me. That was the beginning of my tale.

 Twenty years went by and that’s how I ended up then. Janet listened to my
story with interest and she tried to comfort me with some kind words. ‘It just

takes time and effort, she used to tell me that. Trust me, I know what you feel.’
Her smiled warmed my heart but could not have cheered me up enough to

forget my past for even a second.

‘Move in! Move in!’ Which maniac was making that noise? We were

screwed, immediately we seeked an escape route, we had to leap out

thewindow on the first floor and made our way as far we could from the area.

We had lost track of our position as we had to make a detour. According to my

knowledge, we had to cross a river that would bring us ever so closer to our

destination. The river was rapid and looked scary. Its blue water was flowing,

splashing water when it hit the gigantic rocks hat were on the river bed. Janet

looked frightened and told me that she could not swim. I told her that I would

carry her across and despite being scared, she agreed. We were half way across

the riverwhen a devastating splash caused me to fall over, dropping Janet. I

dived down the river, no animals could be seen, just Janet, her eyes were shut

and I swam as quickly as my body could to save her. With all my might, I
brought the both of us to safety on the shore. That was the last thing I

remembered before giving out.

Unconscious, two men approached us they were African American and

claimed that they were brothers. They could have been normal scavengers
preying on the weak. So, I whipped out my pistol and threatened them; they

could do more harm hen good for us, I had to. Janet yelled “Wait! Stop, they
could help us”. One of them was roughly the same age as Janet and said “Yeah

sir, the more the better right?” and the older one who looked like he was in his
twenty’s said “Yeah mate, you’ve got to help us out here, please.” I thought to
myself, maybe they could be companions or helpers but if a situation goes

haywire I would opt to save Jane’s and my life as opposed to theirs. They
would be partners instead of family members. So, he planned out the route to

the radio tower where he claimed to have food and other supplies stored in

huge numbers. We could use the radio tower to signal the scientists.A risk

worth taking? Janet certainly contemplated so.

We entered a cave which had gateways and switches similar to that of a

nuclear plant, I was linked to a sewer. I had no idea where we were, I had put

my trust in those two men, as far as I was concerned they could have just led

us to a trap, filled with lookers. Damp areas were the desired places for

lookers to breed so we knew we were not going to be safe and sound; the tiny

particles of death were surrounding the area, confirming my suspicions that

the area would be full of the deadly, demonic creatures that terrorise the Earth.

We strode through the damp floor and swam through areas to start generators

to turn on the power which would open up locked up gates. We had to make as

little noise as possible to avoid contact with lookers. As we scavenged through

the dark, swampy area, we found a generator on top of a deck, which was

made out of oak and looked as ancient as the pharaohs.

Knowing the great risk that would come by making even the slightest bit of

noise, I had Elliot attempt to power on the area while the rest of us would be
on lookout, alerting each other for signs of danger; we had to keep our ears

peeled.Ram! Ram! The generator started, emitting as much noise as a hundred

race cars in doing so. The loud sound of the generator was then followed by

screams that I had grown used to; knowing what was causing it. In a simple
word; Run! Everybody was forced to move on to the next point at the speed of
light. So I led everyone, checking behind my sweat covered shoulders

constantly to ensure the safety of everyone and how close they were to us.

The sewer was resembled a cave, a dungeon perhaps. It had many big, rusty
gates that would open up leading to another area if the cold, metal switch

placed on the damp wall beside it was switched on. It was a time of panic; the

situation was chaotic. I could not really look for clues carefully at such a
dangerous time. So, I chose a path, hoping it would be the gateway to success.

Most importantly, a place to escape. The sewer was empty, no weapons,

nothing. A few pistols would only hold of a few of them before they began

feasting upon our bodies.

Come on! Over here! Quick! Those were some examples of the words used

to communicate with each other. I could tell Sam was frightened, the rest not
so, but he looked worried. Before we even realized it, the lookers were right

behind our backs, more specifically Sam. I stopped, grabbed my gun and fired

three silver bullets across the shoulders of Sam, if it wasn’t for that decision,
he would have been long gone. I yelled at him, Run! I could tell he was

frightened b the loud sounds of the gun but what followed us were even more
terrifying; I have no doubt about it. Elliot and Janet were urging us on, I was
further behind them, waiting for Sam; risking my life for another, something I

had almost sworn to never, ever do.

A ladder was present and it led up to an opening, it was red in colour I

could remember its exact structure as it laid upon the grey, muddy wall. A rust

sewage cover was blocking he o-opening, I screamed with all my might at

Elliot “Climb the ladder and move he cover aside, quick, do it now!” As he
was making his way up the ladder, we had all come to a complete stop but the

lookers had determined our position. Around two dozen of them were looking
for us but they had stopped running. I realised that they had lost their hearing

vision of us, it was an opportunity to escape. Elliot began to move the cover,

slowly, carefully.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t slow or discrete enough to avoid the attention of

the popcorn headed monsters. He looked up, knowing the danger of the

situation as the lookers starred upon his direction, it was like they could finally

see. He shivered in fear but hustled through the situation, pushing aside the

sewage cover forcefully and climbing out the sewer of hell. He then pulled up

Janet as she had made her way up the ladder. The lookers were running

towards us, fast. I urged Sam to race up the ladder while I would hole them

back. Soon enough, my gun had run out of bullets. I head a scream from

above; ‘Edson get up here, now!’, a voice similar to one I had heard many,

many years before that. My body rushed up the ladder, the lookers were so

close, my legs could almost feel their breath breezing upon them.

Ahhhhhh! I yelled as I used all my strength and more to carry myself up

with the help of Elliot. I made it, I was alive and so were my compatriots. I
looked beneath the sewer entrance to witness these heartless, ugly, disgusting

things that were once human, have such intent for our lives, growling,
screaming. The sewage opening was shut by myself as I placed the cover right

back on top of the opening. We could all finally have a break and catch our
breath, we did not say a word to each other. Fatigue took a huge amount of

energy from all of us. Then, we looked at each other and started to laugh,
why? I don’t know but friendship was present among us.

We had a couple of minutes to regain our composure. Elliot had insisted

that he knew where the radio tower was from his location. The words he

uttered brought joy to my ears as we all got ready to begin moving yet again.
All of us got up off the grass we were laying on and grabbed our gear. I simple

could not identify the location we were in, the world had changed so much.

What I could tell was that it was a countryside area with little buildings made
out of rotted wood and a copious amount of greenery. You would assume the

vast amounts of greens to be relaxing and would give you fresh air but the

thought of the gases released by the lookers gives me an awful feeling no

matter what towards any sort of plant or trees. Trees used to be a pleasant

sight, but now, it’s a horrid one for me.

The road was not a road, cars and debris blocking most of it and the rest
covered in mud. Bodies of the dead could be found sometimes, releasing

nauseas smells and scaring our minds. Jumping and crawling under various

obstacles, guiding one another through tough terrain. We arrived by a bridge

which we had to cross. It was large, humongous in fact, the size of a couple of

football fields. Everybody seemed excited, supposedly the tower would be by

the end of the bridge at least some distance further, but nevertheless, close.
They something in the distance caught my eye. Light as bright as stars could

be seen at the far end of the bridge. What the hell is causing that? I thought to
myself.

Without hesitation, I alerted the others and they saw it as well. Janet

speculated that it could be whatever and we should move in ever so slightly to

clarify the image we saw. It seemed like the sensible thing to do, across cars
and planks we moved and ambled slowly, closer towards the bridge. We will

still about a football pitch’s distance away from the end of the bridge but then,
my doubts were confirmed. No ordinary lamp lights were shining, instead, the

brutal, intimidating lights of the militants were shining brightly down.

It was approaching night time, we had to find a way through the gates hat

were blocking the pathway. The gates were huge, the size of a small house, it
was painted black and was locked at the front with a steel rod. Although the

lights were shining down, no guards could be seen by the front of the gate. We

could risk trying to quickly open up the gate and make a run for it. It would be

a life and death situation. I had to ponder, would it be the right choice? Well, it

turned out to be the only choice.

The plan was, Elliot would push open the gates after I had lifted the steel
rod while the other two would be on look out, alerting us regarding any signs

of danger. Slowly, carefully, I lifted up the steel rod. It was like opening up a

Christmas present but it determines whether you would live or not. Elliot then
proceeded to push the gates. Everybody starred at him with curiosity and

anxiousness. What we saw truly brought a huge smile to all our faces. No
single moving, living creature was around, it was just like a border that had
been abandoned. I wanted to jump for joy like a twelve year old but I

controlled myself while everyone else couldn’t help but celebrate. We hen
venture out to our destination, it was not far away according to Elliot, in fact it

was extremely close by. There was no path just grass everywhere but Elliot
used a brass compass he had brought with him to guide us from then on.
 There it was, my eyes could not believe it, for the first time in a long time, I
had not been lied to. It was tall, majestic and it had a small house near it; the

control room. My eyes could see the joy on the faces of everyone, Janet was
jumping in joy but Sam was not as excited, he just gave a smile and marched

on.We all ambled toward the door that led into the control room. I could not

help being excited. I reached for the doorknob and twisted it and what would

you guess? It was locked. The doorknob itself was rusty ad the door was made
out of metal while the rest of the structure was normal for once. Janet yelled in

anger and uttered plenty of swear words. I laughed at her attitude, she

reminded me of someone unique, someone special.

By then, night had come, it was dark and we needed shelter. Frustrated

about the situation, fatigued and sleepy, I had lost my patience. Elliot insisted

we all search for some equipment to pry the door open but my suggestion was

much simpler; just kicking the door open. So I attempted it, I lunged toward

the door with my feet with all my might but was unsuccessful; I even managed

to make the others laugh. Determined not to give up, I went again and again

and again. Then, my mind could not be bothered anymore. I demanded for a
gun and shot the lock. It worked a charm and I put the gun into my pocket

right after Elliot said it was mine from then that moment on.

Surprisingly, the space inside the room was rather cozy, an area designated

for the tower and the rest similar to that of a normal home. Once we were in,
the quest for the food began. A few minutes passed by, I heard the joyful

scream form Janet ‘Over here!’ There were an infinite amount of canned food
then: canned macaroni and cheese, fruits, ramen noodles and some bottled

water. It was paradise in my eyes. We all shared a good laugh and began
organising our supplies. The control room had given us more help than any
other place, more so than a hospital would have during the time of such

depression amongst the human race.

It was getting late the house had two rooms, dare I said they were rather
cozy. Sam and Janet would take one room and the rest of us, the other. Either

Elliot or I would exchange shifts throughout the night. Although our staying

place was nice, the outside world, was quite the opposite. My body was tired
and my eyes were baggy, it was midnight, according to the watch on Elliot’s

wrist which I had to look at as he was asleep. There was no other device for

finding time in my room as the clock that was on the wall was spoilt much like

the one around my wrist. Eager to catch some fresh air, I stepped outside the

control room, just relaxing, looking at scenery. Oh my God! Help!

Ahhhhhhhh!

My ears definitely heard Janet scream in terror. My heart was racing and I

rushed into the house to see what was wrong. I could not believe my eyes, was

I dreaming? Sam had turned and was attacking Janet.In a split second, my
hands grabbed the gun in my pocket and I aimed at Sam’s head when

suddenly, Bang! A bullet went through the head of Sam but I did not pull the
trigger. I turned my head ever so slightly and saw Elliot, the brother of Sam,
pointing a gun towards Sam’s direction.

He dropped to his knees and cried out loud. I could see the sorrow within

him, almost feel it, I told him to calm down. He threw a tantrum and began
accusing me of my action and I said ‘He turned into one of them, you did not

kill him, his soul was long gone when you pulled that trigger.” He then replied
“No, this was all your fault, you led me to do this, we could have avoided
this.” I approached him and he raised his gun up and said “You, this was

because of you, I killed my brother, he was all I had, I let him down”. I
stopped moving and stood as still as a tree. Elliot continued to cry, it heart

breaking but would I die then or even Janet? He began aiming at the both of

us.

I looked over to Janet, she was panic stricken, she could not say anything
but I saw her ears running down her rosy cheeks. Elliot had lost his mind, I

had never expected such an incident to occur. He cocked his gun and said

‘Here take this compass, he gave it to me on my birthday ten years ago, it

saved us from so much but not from each other’ Bang! He shot himself. A man

I had began to like as a good mate and his younger brother had died right

before me. It seemed that those around me would be cursed. Everyone I had

ever met would end up away from me or just in misery. All I have after that

was Janet. The journey was no longer a deal but instead, it was my destiny.

I dumped the bodies of the two loyal brothers outside, leaving a trail of cold
blood all the way through the front door. The event had taken a toll on me, a

brother killing himself for the wrong idea. The bodies would be then be buried
b myself later in the night. Janet had lost the ability to sleep and my heart felt
bad for her. I attempted to comfort her and she gave me a big hug. Despite all

this, she had taken the situation with maturity. I could tell she was eager to
spend some time, so this time, I asked her “Have you ever experienced such an

event in your life?” She got excited and did not waste a second on beginning
her story.
 ‘I lived with my mother until my age was fourteen, last year. We were the
best of friends and I loved her. I had not lived life before all this but her

presence made me feel safe. It would just be he two of us, living with each
other, caring for one another.’ Janet quoted. I then questioned her ‘Would you

mind letting me know how she had left this Earth?’ She answered me ‘We

were on a road to a new area, the militants had promised to keep us saw there

but when they saw us as trespasser, they immediately took aim. I showed them
my arm, claiming what was true but it just made them pull the triggers faster.’

‘But, then how did you survive?’ queries by myself. ‘They wanted to spare my

life and told me to run, never looking back, never thinking about coming back

around. I remembered their exact words. If you stop running for a second until

you get out of our sights, we will shoot.’ Janet looked rather pale after her

story and a drop of tear had run down her left cheek. In a soft crying voice she

said ‘Sometimes, I don’t think the problems are the monsters but the people

who turned into their own monsters on the inside.’

I looked at her, she seemed a familiar sight, one my mind never thought it

would ever witness again. Here the both of us were, we shared a similar past
and were living a similar present. It was early in the morning at that point,

people who were not dead would probably be sleeping. It was the right time to
leave so I proceeded to the control station and tied to reach out for The Delta

Station, he place where the scientists were. The station was tidy but it was
certainly not a jog in the park. There were as many buttons of all colours as
start in space but only one black coloured, fairly aged microphone, at the very

least I knew where to speak through.

The pain began, frustration took over me as I tried and tried, over and over
again but was not successful. The area could not be reached as far I thought,
Janet insisted she helped. She was told that I would be too complicated and

she said ‘Well, you are certainly good at pushing buttons’ followed by a
cheerful giggle. She was allowed to have a go at it and what do you know? We

heard the voice of Dr Kelmer in a couple of minutes.

We had not identified who he was then but to hear any voce and o know

that they tower had brought help to us put a gigantic smile of joy on both our
faces. The both of us, despite happy, knew the risks of talking to anyone we

had no clue about. We asked for his identity and in a raspy, German accented

voice he said ‘My name is Dr Kelmer and I am speaking from The Delta

Station. Who are you?’ My heart raced and so did Janet’s, she grabbed the mic

and began telling our story and once she mentioned the name Janet, Dr Kelmer

immediately responded. ‘Yes, yes it is you, oh my goodness, finally some

sunlight upon this world, please make your way here as soon as possible, the

world needs a savior, you.’

The call was cut right after that message but it we had heard enough, there
really was a destiny to be achieved. We packed as much food as wecould and

grabbed other equipment such as: bandages, some rubbing alcohol and other
tools. Of course, I had to have my pistol with me but I had passed the gun
Elliot had given me to Janet. I was the gun that almost ended her life but it

would then be the gun that would protect her. We ventured out the place, it
was safe but we knew it would not be so for much longer. Any sort of building

that had been previously owned by the government would be used by the
militants whether they had the right or not.
 We ventured out, we knew our path and we knew our goal. It was all set
and we began walking, chatting along the way, being aware of our

surroundings. We were pleasantly ambling, nature for the first time looked
beautiful. I felt happy, I had a good friend and also something to look forward

to. Two things that had been missing for the past twenty years of my life. I had

been living in sorrow but now I could finally feel sunshine, experience

tranquility. We stopped chatting for a minute and I looked at her and a rare
sight was spotted by my eyes. She looked depressed, down in the dumps.

‘What’s wrong Janet?’ I asked. She replied ‘It’s just that what if they don’t

find the cure, and how will the surgery go? What if my life had to be spared

for the sake of the world?’ She paused and looked at me, afraid, poignant,

uttering ‘Edson please promise me, no matter what happens, execute what’s

best for the world. If I have to spare my life, let it be,” I stood still, had a brief

moment to ponder and took a deep breath and before I could even reply she

said ‘Promise me Edson’ My uncomplicated reply was ‘I promise’.

My mind was boggled; I tried to avoid pondering about her words. I felt
that positive thinking would be the key to success at the time. Switched on my

focus, I began to focus, the sense of joy was still present but the excitement
had seeped out my soul, I felt the need to concentrate more on the task ahead.
We continued onwards, passing through various abandoned building and

avoiding trouble at costs. Our destination was said to be distinctive, it would

have had glass covering and would be larger than its surrounding structures.

We arrived at downtown, the scenery was the usual, but the sky looked

angry. It seemed like a storm was approaching. I asked Janet to help us find a
safe place to stay to weather out the storm. My ears heard footsteps coming
from behind me, a thumping sound.

My eyes opened up, it was bright like sunshine was scorching right on my

eyes, I got up and tried to ensure my safety. Where was I? It was a white
painted room, it was small and was clean, very clean. The room itself was

small and had no openings o view the outside world such as any windows or

what not. It resembled a hospital a lot but I was not sure of it. It could have
been our destination but the question that came to my mind was ‘How did my

body arrive there?’ What I was sure of however, was that no one was in the

room with me, not even Janet.

I heard a voice, a gentle one. I had no idea whom it was coming from. My

vision was extremely blurry, it took a couple of seconds to restore my sight.

The person a saw was not a familiar sight, she was dressed in an all white coat
much like that of a doctor. She asked me, are you alright? And I said I was

fine, not bothering about my conditions as I began the search for Janet around

the all white room. She was nowhere to be found. I asked the lady angrily,
‘Where is she? Where is Janet?’ and she let me know that she was undergoing

operation on her brain. She told me to calm down and at that moment I knew
they were hiding something from me. Janet did have to die for the sake of
others.

Distraught, I sat there but I realised that she had told me that the operation

was going on, maybe I could save her? The lady had then let me know that Dr
Kelmer would want to come in and have a word with me. I agreed, hoping for

some answers. A man in an all white suit walked in. He looked middle aged
and did not wear any glasses. In a strong German accent he said, ‘Are you
doing well Edson?’.

‘How do you know who I am and how did I get here?’ He paused me and

immediately told me ‘Your daughter had told me everything I needed to know,

you have nothing to worry about, she is safe.’ I exclaimed ‘How did we get

here? The last thing I remembered was walking downtown.’ He answered ‘We

had to take our measures to ensure the delivery of the girl.’ It seemed
suspicious but my main concern at the time was Janet’s condition. He began

dodging the question over and over again, repeatedly. It angered me and my

body rose up and pinned him to the wall.

‘She is at the other side of the building, undergoing surgery.’ He uttered in a

scared, petrified tone. ‘Will she be alright? Do not even attempt to lie, or you

will face the consequences, take my word for it.’ ‘The condition of the surgery
are not known as of now and’ hose words which was his reply forced me to

reach for my gun and I aimed it right at his torso. Something snapped inside of

me and I pulled the trigger, his life was ending right before my eyes and he
told me that Janet was about to die just like him ‘Didn’t Gerald tell you about

it, it was part of our deal, he’s the chief after all’ I fired a few more shots
directly to his head. It was wrong but it felt so right.

Without wasting another second, I dashed out the room looking for the
place Janet would be, by then, I had realized that my actions were noticed b

the people in the building. The place itself was extremely clean, like nothing I
had ever seen in twenty years. My body ran towards the same direction,

hoping that I had entered the right path to find m sweet heart. In the distance, a
translucent window pane showed some doctors performing surgery. My heart
sank and as soon as quickly as possible I made my way there. I was standing

right outside the room, uttered m words of prayers, something that I had not
done for so long and entered the room, hoping to not lose yet another family

member.

My arms pushed he green painted door open. I saw her there. She was

asleep, the doctors starred at me with the gun in my hand and went on their
knees. I asked them if she was alright in a loud, angry tone. ‘Yes, yes, we were

prepping for the surgery, she is just on anesthetics, please leave us’ I starred

upon Janet, a droplet of tear broke out my eye. My arms reached out for her

and carried her. We then left the room, leaving the doctors behind, why end

their live? They were innocent people as far as I knew.

Bang! ‘Hey you stop, get down!’ Militants had arrived at the place,
threatening me yet again, I had to do it, I fired a shot in their direction and ran

towards the other direction.My eyes saw a lift, the gateway to heaven in my

eyes. The footsteps of my enemies grew louder and louder. Their yelling was
continuous, relentless and it was deafening. The both of us arrived by the lift,

with her in my arms I pushed the button. Not long after, it opened up, I entered
in and pushed the button that led to the ground floor. I arrived at the bottom,
saw many black painted militant cars just sitting there, unlocked and running. I

put Janet at the back of one of them and drove away like nothing had ever
happened.

We were driving towards Northampton, a new town, using the compass

Elliot had given me, despite his courage and love for his brother, his actions
truly scared my mind to this day. Janet stopped her joyful emotions and looked
poignant. ‘What’s wrong’ I asked her. ‘It’s just that, I’m disappointed to not

see a good result, what happened there Edson?’ ‘They said the cure could not
be found and we could go’ I replied. ‘Edson do you promise me that what you

are telling me is the truth?’ she queried. I stared at her looking calm but there

were moths flying inside my stomach, my mind remembered a famous quote

from a long time before; Reputation is what other people know about you.
Honour is what you know about yourself. I then replied ‘I promise’.

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