Land of the Living Dead
Title Land of the Living Dead
Pairing Matt/Zack
Rating R
Summary A group of survivors of a Salonium outbreak find refuge in an underground sanctuary. Living Day to day with no hope, alone with time running out.
Authors Note: First Fic, written two years ago….maybe more
001: The Virus
A month ago the world woke up to controversy and horror of the Salonium virus, everyone’s worse fear had come true. The day the dead would rise, their was no hope for the human race. In a matter of weeks we became a minority, with a ratio of 450,000 to 1. The virus spread quickly at first scientists thought it to be airborne, then later said it came from the water, they were wrong. Infection courses through your veins in a matter of hours from fluidic direct contact with the living dead, whether a bite or merely brushing an open wound with a zombie. No matter the cause, we were screwed.
Deep in an underground bunker we reside, how much longer is uncertain. At some point our supply sources will run short; both food and ammunition. Our job as of now is to collect specimen from the infested world above and deliver them to the scientists to try and find any cures that can save us. Time is not on our side, and if the experiments fail, we are doomed to a wicked end.....
The ticking off the clock amplified throughout the conference room, weighing in on Dr. Bakers mind that time was running out for him and his team that time was running short and if he doesn't give the sergeant what he wants....then who knows what would happen. This man was fierce and took no shit from anybody, including Zacks fancy medical lingo and medical reports found on the specimens, Sergeant Sanders wanted results.
"Dr. Baker I gave you and your fucking goons a month, and all you have to show for it is this shit!" the taller man yells, throwing a stack of papers on the table in front of the shorter man.
Although Zacky was a scientist and a professional in his field of work, he didn’t look the part. Two green eyes stared into deep hazel ones with a glare that meant business and showed no signs of what he truly felt at the moment....fear.
"Sergeant Sanders, My team and I are on a verge of a scientific breakthrough, all we ask from you is more time and more specimens. I truly believe we have something here and if I get more tests done by the end of next month I can give you more results!" His voice sounding more confident then he really felt.
Silence engulfed the large round table where they gathered once a week.
"You better Fuckin hope your right Dr. my men and I aren’t wasting our time collecting those dumb fucks and risking our asses doing it for no essential reasons! You got that doc" Matt Spat, Glaring across the table.
All the slightly younger man could do was nod his head in agreement. Matt grinned at the fear he gave off and stood, placing stylish aviators over his eyes giving him an all the more menacing look. Followed by Brian and Johnny, standing on both sides of him, dressed in matching black uniforms.
"See ya next week Doc, and if you think I'm fucking around....your wrong" They marched out of the room slamming the double doors behind them.