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Moms Against Zombies

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by Alathia Paris Morgan


  “You’re not going to go back to sleep while you can?”

  Doug’s tone implies I’m crazy.

  “I need to call Emma and make sure they’re safe.” I

  almost reach the tent flap when his words chill me to the

  bone.

  “If the carriers of this disease reach America, I don’t

  think we can save our families. Plus, you can’t tell her

  anything because it’s classified.” He flings an arm over his

  eyes, ending his side of the conversation.

  I just hope that I can catch Emma and convince her to

  go to Nana and Pop’s house on the mountain.

  Infected Waters: A Titanic Disaster

  By Alathia Paris Morgan

  Turning a corner on the main deck, Jonathan ran

  straight into Nora as she raced around a corner,

  heading for the captain’s quarters.

  “What happened?” Jonathan pulled her closer to

  help keep them both on their feet.

  “Our patient died. I need to let the captain know

  so he can decide what to do about the body.” Nora

  took a deep breath to steady herself and instead

  inhaled Jonathan’s cologne.

  “I’ll get him for you. Go back and stay with the

  body until we can get there.”

  Relief flooded Nora as he took charge and went

  to inform the captain. Being the bearer of bad news

  was never something a nurse wanted to do.

  “All right, but please, hurry.”

  Nora turned and retraced her hurried steps.

  The wait seemed to take forever before Captain

  Smith and Jonathan burst through the door of the

  infirmary.

  Standing over the dead man’s body, no one

  spoke as the significance of what he might have

  been carrying aboard sank in.

  “What do you suggest we do with his body?”

  Nora asked Captain Smith, hoping he had an idea.

  Exchanging glances with Jonathan, he informed

  them, “I believe we should burn his body. There is

  no one to identify it, and if we wait until we land,

  the infection from him might move to some of the

  passengers. It’s a chance I’m not willing to take.

  Has anyone else been stricken?”

  “Just one crewman, sir. He isn’t doing so well.”

  Jonathan affirmed.

  “He was bitten when he and Jonathan tried to

  hold him down so I could disinfect his wounds. It

  was a fairly normal reaction from someone who was

  unconscious at the time.” Nora tried to explain in

  more detail.

  “It doesn’t seem to be an airborne illness. Only

  through the exchange of blood or saliva,” Nora

  added, hoping to be helpful.

  “Hmm. What does our doctor say about this?”

  Captain Smith questioned.

  “Honestly, sir, he hasn’t been here very much.

  Other than to agree this patient wasn’t going to

  make it, he hasn’t really commented or examined

  him.” Unhappy to have to give the report about the

  ship’s one doctor, Nora grimaced guiltily.

  “Where is the good doctor now?” Captain Smith

  spit out angrily.

  “At the moment, he is delivering a baby with

  one of the nurses.” Nora rushed to assure him that

  the doctor was indeed working.

  Pointing to Jonathan, the captain demanded,

  “When the baby is born, bring him to me

  immediately. Now, I’m going to send a few crew

  members in to take our friend to the incinerator as

  quickly as possible. Most of our passengers are at

  lunch at the moment, and this will be the best time

  to take care of a situation that is this delicate. While

  you seem certain this is isolated, nurse, I want to

  make sure we don’t have it spreading to others.”

  “Yes, sir. I’ll handle it immediately.” Jonathan

  hurried to find a few suitable men for the task.

  “Nurse, I want you to keep me informed about

  our crewman or any other things that seem

  suspicious to you. If this is what I’m afraid it is, it

  will still manage to affect everyone, no matter how

  cautious we are in preventing it.”

  “I understand, and will let you know of the

  slightest change in our passengers.”

  “That is all I ask. Thank you so much for your

  service.” Tipping his hat, the captain left to return to

  his duties.

  Jonathan passed the captain as he returned

  with his two roommates, Timothy and Brad.

  “Okay, boys. We are going to wrap the body up

  tightly in the sheet so people don’t know what’s

  going on.”

  “Here’s the stretcher. He’s all ready for you.”

  Nora stood back as the three men transferred the

  body over.

  “When you get downstairs, make sure you

  throw him into the fire, along with the wrappings.

  We don’t want anything to spread.” Jonathan

  instructed the men.

  Hurrying to open the door for them, Nora stood

  to the side. “Do you need me to come with you for

  anything?”

  “Nah. We got it, pretty nurse.”

  “Nothing we can’t handle.” Brad grinned at her,

  almost dropping his end of the stretcher.

  Jonathan led the way through the corridors and

  over to the crew staircase, staying ahead to redirect

  anyone in their path.

  “Even dead, this guy is super heavy. Wonder

  what he ate for dinner?” Brad asked.

  “A fat man from the feel of it,” Timothy

  answered, laughing.

  “Shhh. We are supposed to keep this quiet,

  gentlemen.”

  “Sorry, boss,” they whispered apologetically.

  The door to the engine rooms kept the amount

  of noise contained and partitioned away from the

  passengers.

  Concerned with how heavy it was and where

  they should set it down, Brad and Timothy never

  saw the body sit straight up until a hand landed on

  Timothy’s thigh.

  “Bloody hell.” Timothy screamed as the

  infected man’s mouth latched onto his leg, its teeth

  tearing out a chunk of flesh.

  Brad tried grabbing it by the arms to pull him

  away from Timothy, but the infected turned his

  attention to him and bit into his neck, causing blood

  to squirt rapidly out of his body.

 

 

 


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