Day One: Zombie Outbreak
By
Christine Sutton
Copyright 2012 Christine Sutton
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Special thanks to
Specialist Sergio E. Cruz
for his technical advice!
Mark Goodwin
Day One:
Todd Westcott has asked us to keep journals during this frightening time. I will do my best to keep accurate records of events so that we can all look back and analyze what the protocol should be in the future.
My name is Mark Goodwin. I am a summer intern here at Burkin Logistics, a shipping company. I am eighteen years old, and plan to attend Stanislaus State University in the fall. I will be studying business management.
On a personal note, I currently live with my parents here in Stockton, CA. I have a girlfriend of two years by the name of Skylar, whom I love very much and am planning to marry next year. I am a little worried because I am unable to reach her cell phone right now. I will keep trying.
***
I have been monitoring the EBS on television and radio, per Todd's request. There is no real information being given, so I will continue to wait and watch. I wonder to myself what is happening. The sky gets darker and darker by the minute.
***
Our secretary, Marcia is very upset about her children. She has been crying at her desk for a while now, trying to reach the day care where they stay during working hours. I believe that her husband was killed during the Iraq war, so she is a single mother of two girls. I have been doing my best to dissuade her from trying to leave for the past hour. She is very insistent on locating her children. I can understand her panic, but I wish that she would calm down.
***
Marcia gathered her purse and left the building. Shelly tried to calm her down, but it was no use at all. Marcia was borderline hysterical. The military trucks stopped her at her car. All the soldiers jumped out in full gear, including gas masks. I heard her saying something to one of the soldiers that made it sound as if she knew him. The soldier told her that he would do his best (Whatever they were talking about, I was unable to hear clearly.) to help her out of this, but she had to get into the truck. It seems like they were friendly, but we have no idea where he took her.
Shortly after, a different soldier placed a note through the mail slot and then sealed the door with tape and plastic. Todd and Gary read the note out loud. There was mention of a contagion. We are all to be quarantined until further notice.
***
The military forces have established a small command center in the front parking lot. The sky is pitch black, so the only visible light is coming from their floodlights. It is 2:00 PM.
Day two:
I had trouble sleeping last night. Todd had me shredding documents in his office for several hours. He told me not to look at what I was shredding, but I looked anyway. I am no expert, but it seems like something shady is going on. Todd was all jumpy and weird. There were several bank statements that looked personal. I know that they listed some pretty big deposits. We are talking like fifty thousand dollars, and more than one of them.
The phones are down, which means that my internet is down, too. I wrote down some words that were on a document from a place called Simon Bio-tech. Phosgene oxime, Cyanogen chloride, and Ethyldichloroarsine were the only ones that I could write down before Todd came back from the bathroom. If I remember anything from my chemistry class, these are a few of the chemical weapons used in WWI. I wish I could use my smartphone to look them up.
***
We all got food from the vending machines in the break room. Todd told me to make sure that he got the egg salad sandwich. What makes him so special that he gets first pick? Well, I got the sandwich for him, unwrapped it and put it on a paper plate. I took off the bread to salt it like he told me to, and I don't think he saw me spit on it before I served it to him. It serves him right for being such a selfish ass hat all the time. I took my cup of noodles, and I secretly pocketed a green chili burrito. Thank God they have Mt. Dew and hot Cheetos.
***
After a big bunch of macho showboating between Gary and Todd arguing about whether or not we should make signs for the soldiers, we all decided to try and sleep. Shelly is driving me bat shit with all of her crying and moaning. Can't she just shut the fuck up?
***
Todd came and got me out of the office where I was trying to sleep. I had just smoked the blunt that I had stashed for the weekend with Skylar, so I was feeling alright. Then the bloated ass munch that I was working for (for free) comes in and totally kills my buzz so that I could get rid of more of his secret papers. He was acting all freaky, talking about how he didn't feel good. Like I really give a rat's ass if he feels good. His eyes were all puffy and the dark black circles under them made him look like he had gone a round with Mike Tyson. I helped him shred the rest of his (I am sure illegal) papers.
That weed that T-Razz gave me must have been laced with some serious shit, because I was looking at Todd's fat red face, and I saw myself walking over to where he sat and shoving my finger into his eyeball. My finger sunk into the jelly that made up his eye, and I pulled it completely out of his socket with a wet schloop sound. Everything felt so real. When I put the severed eyeball into my mouth and started chewing on it, I could really feel it popping and squishing between my teeth. I freaked out, and I guess came to, because Todd was still sitting there in his big leather asshole chair telling me what to do, and he still had both eyes in his fat face. What really freaked me out was how hungry and satisfied I felt while I slurped on his eye.
***
My high is gone (thanks Todd, the douchebag), and I need to get the hell out of this place. If Shelly doesn't stop her constant bitching and crying, I might rip her fucking throat out. I am gonna bolt in the morning after I get some shut eye. Maybe I can get out the back door.
Todd Westcott
Day One:
I need to handle this. I got the call at six this morning telling me that there was an accident at the cargo dock. The idiots that were loading the barrels from Simons dropped them. The ropes on the pallet broke and two of the barrels crashed onto the foredeck of the ship and shattered. I have no idea exactly what was in each individual barrel, but I know it was not good. The barrels were going to be dumped into the Pacific as soon as the ship pulled out of the Delta and got to a safe distance. They were never supposed to be opened. The Captain told me about the black funnel cloud that formed when the toxic material mixed with the regular pharmaceuticals stored on the foredeck. He said that the cloud was growing and taking over the entire sky. By the time I got to the office, fifteen miles away, the whole world was getting dark. I called the military, but I don't know what they can do about this. I have to handle this, and figure out how not to get thrown in prison for it. ???
***
When everyone got in to work, they were all freaking out. I told them to start keeping journals to document what was going on. Anything to keep them busy and away from me.
***
Marcia ran out of the office, and the military finally got here to handle things. All they have done so far is tell us that we are quarantined and lock us up in here. Shit! I'll get Mark to help me get rid of some of the paperwork. I don't want any info on the payments or the shipments hanging around here. I told that asshole at Simons Bio-Tech that I didn't want to do this anymore. When he threatened to shut my business down, I didn't have any choice, though. I have responsibilities. My mortgage isn't going to pay itself. How the hell would I make the payments on the Benz?