The Bullet That Killed The World

by Alling, Pavel

  The bullet pierced his back, and despite not be a lethal shot, Miller fell forward and hit his head on the severity of their weight. A few seconds away buzzing in the ears caused by shooting, I

  stood with difficulty. shirt was soaked with blood and lined eyes

  with hers gripped.

  “Sooner summer in Paris. You said you’d go to the bathroom and came back with this shirt in a gift bag.”

  The memory furrowed by Rachel’s head, so vivid that thought to breathe the scent of that boutique. A thin smile of remorse squeezed her lips. Bullet penetration not only hurt your lover’s body but also his soul, so Dr. Paul Miller said his last words:

  “You’re rottener than your daughter. I feel disgusted with you.”

  Rachel’s expression faded again and caused a second shot. This time, the projectile broke a rear window of the car. Miller turned to walk disoriented due to head injury and lack of vision that caused blood loss.

  The blast attracted a small horde of zombies who left behind some dumpsters. They went to the place where the outbreak of the bullets was stronger, but definitely the smell of spilled blood became more accurate orientation. Those soulless beings moved almost running pace, and that could only mean one thing: they had not eaten in days.

  Miller calculated the distance of the damned and rushed to the car. I knew if I was getting could be saved. Iceberg was not far from there. However, before fully entering, one of them grabbed his pants. Miller reached out and touched the button that lit the car. He looked back, and several of them sustained leg. Above those dirty arms clashed their heads with his mouth open about to tear the skin. The ferocious growls mingled with the stroke of his yellow teeth. The man was desperate, still it took a second to lift a little look; There she was, as usual, as one who witnesses a bloody theater work of real life.

  He threw the other leg kicks that gave off a few others, but those possessed beings became bonded. He reached the point of feeling her two legs neutralized. He was not sure if he was even bitten fingers like iron zombies by the force with which they seized. He had no choice but to get in the car. He was content

  to be able to close the door and drive away from there. He not even assessed the possibility of reaching the glove compartment, where he kept a .357 Magnum. There was a time when he felt such a strong pull that left more than half out. He gripped the steering wheel with all his strength, and this caused his blood sprouted faster. Without thinking twice, he turned the knob until it is in the “D” and sank to the bottom with accelerator palm of the other hand. Gums chirped,

  The bulk of zombies was wallowing stood, but one that crawled like a snake when in such disarray, he fell off a leg. The hood came a cloud of white smoke. Miller managed to get com- pletely. He lacked the air and was weak. The undead hit the car everywhere until one of them discovered the broken window and sneaked her desperate hands. With an effort, he removed the hands of that zombie had him by the collar and with irritation, he left several scratches on the neck. He leaned over and opened the glove compartment. The relic was made with six ammunition.

  The first one rolled off the intruder was the broken window. The bullet pierced right between his eyes. The impact caused the zombie black blood will stick to the ceiling and splashed seats. The next projectile was positioned in the chamber aligned with the barrel. There were five bullets, and seven zombies. Demons pushed the car furiously, as if the outbreak of the shot had gone mad even more. They did not stop the blows. They cursed their faces smashed against the windshield and gave constant pun- ches. Paul did not hold more torment and, as one of them put his mouth to stop his side, pierced his throat with everything and pieces of glass.

  Four bullets six zombies. “Come on, Rachel, what are you wai- ting? Take me off two or three to even the fight, “he thought gri- tting his teeth. Now he had two left windows without protective glass. He blinked hard to sharpen the view. He looked for Rachel at her, but it was not where you last saw them. There was no time for anything other than fight to the end, and the sample was the next shot, he blew his brains out another of the contaminated group.

  Three bullets five loathsome zombies. Rather, two bullets and four of them because the next was that was missing leg. That monstrosity, eager to eat every bit of flesh clung to the edge of the window and threw biting air. Paul hit a few times with the handle of his revolver before sending him to hell. Two of them crashed into the windshield. He thought the glass would break from time to time. Miller was getting weaker, but his brain res- ponded with survival instinct, so he went to the back seat with some difficulty. Those who were stuck by the side arms broken glass from the rear. And like before, Miller pulled the trigger with the index finger and the hammer of the revolver 357 smote ful- minating. Regrettably,

  A bullet four zombies. And if that were not enough, he saw coming from the corner of the street to another group, pro- bably attracted by the shots. They are approaching as fast as they allowed their little motor skills. Giant cockroaches appeared two legs, body language as dead as themselves. With the ugliness of sagging arms, they stood as antennas when they discover a dam.

  And to think that this misfortune was caused by an act of love in the attempt to save Samantha. That girl was a cell among mi- llions who chose Rachel’s egg with Paul Miller in an act of love ... Destiny? Chance? Correction? Final? Start? It did not matter. The continent collapsed into chaos.

  Bad luck. A bullet, a lot of them. The owner of Iceberg, re- cognized for revolutionizing the draft cryogenic chambers, lay al- most lifeless behind the seat of your car. Vision blurred environ- ment, but those desperate arms told him that there was only one thing to do. He put the gun barrel under his chin, sighed, pulled the trigger and ended his life.

  Chapter 11. The seed of death.

  Rachel remained lying in a corner with your fingers tangled in her hair and eyes looking nowhere. His vision turned inward to observe your thoughts. Deal with reality was harder to make way for madness. Suddenly, he heard the car horn Miller. She sounded desperate, with vague hints. He stood up and left the gun in his hand. Miller was not, but those desperate creatures co- ming through the broken windows. Immediately, Rachel realized that had come over them. The second group was greater. Among those who failed to enter a young woman in underwear she was. His chest and abdomen denoting traces of dried blood. Surely un- happy was attacked while sleeping or preparing to take a shower. He was missing skin on the neck, moreover,

  Suddenly its clouded mind when he remembered what Miller said her daughter clone. -It stupidity Go! - She answered herself. The repair option with skin grafts was better idea. Anyway, make a hasty decision could bring bad consequences, and would not be wrong again. If things went in his favor, he would have time to study the virus and, with advances in medical nanotechnology could repair the damage in Sami. Meanwhile, her child remained safe in the cryogenic chamber Iceberg number one.

  The swirl of his thoughts was interrupted by the group of creatures clustered at the door of his house. They looked faded through glass, swinging like a pendulum dying. Sometimes they are hitting the door and walls. Not everyone got to touch the flesh of Miller, and those who ate apparently wanted more. However, Rachel showed no concern. He was not afraid of zombies. After all, she was the creator of such an epidemic. Moreover, the real danger was experienced when he pulled his daughter late at night

  so I could feed a vagabond, prostitute, drunk, drug addict and even a policeman. But things got worse and Samantha, blinded by hunger, was increasingly aggressive. And that locking her in the basement became a nightmare, because the smell of rotting corpses created an unbearable atmosphere inside the house. That was when he managed to bottle Samantha in one of the cryogenic chambers Iceberg. What certainly was a perfect plan, because it would have the opportunity to preserve the body of his daughter in a safe place and keep the potential of the blood in his posses- sion when it was replaced by cryoprotectant fluid.

  She was the only person who kept the secret, and so
it should be if his aspiration was to resurrect his daughter. It would not be easy, considering that Samantha was born alive, died at age ten, woke up again under the critical state of a zombie, then he spent the conservation process in extreme cold where its biological ac- tivity stops again for, in the future, and with a little luck, revive without breaking the slightest hair.

  In the news statement came a voice of the United States De- partment of Energy, which expressed concern about maintaining electricity to many facilities. Incredibly, Iceberg was on the list of those who would be disconnected because of its colossal un- dertaking, which before the crisis, worked six hundred thousand people. After the collapse of the zombie catastrophe, Iceberg was barely one hundred and fifty employees, gradually retreating hopeless in an America almost entirely infected. Since its leader and its main figure showed no signs of life, Department officials gave a period of one month to vacate the site and turn it into dead zone.

  This meant a time bomb for Rachel. Samantha was inside one of the chambers, and immediately became convinced that the only way to preserve Iceberg was keeping electricity. At the same time, if he said having the formula Z avoided becoming infected with viruses, it would be monitored by the government, military and research groups. The idea was not to attract attention, at least for now. If discovered, that would be the end for her. Maybe that day would come, the difference was that it must ensure possessing

  total capsules per capita before any suspicion.

  After a polling process, he found that about two hours and half way, a laboratory operated trajectory was not declared be- tween drug centers would extinguish. or Energy Department had been overlooked, or there was something important happening: two options here were derived.

  He got up suddenly and this caused her dizziness disappeared after a few seconds. Would where the seed of death would be made? He smiled as if that phrase were a portent of victory. Without removing makeup that smile, he took samples of the virus Z of his daughter. He emptied the contents as a bank robber put gold bullion bags while imagining a million-dollar life on a paradise island. The difference was in how smoothly manipulating the samples, and if the plan was a result, the world would be a paradise, but quite the opposite.

  For a moment stopped. A hopeful thought for the modern man furrowed mind:

  “If I can contaminate the whole world, and the human spe- cies transformed into zombies die from lack of food, how do I explain to my daughter that exist around us?”.

  Assuming that Rachel came to contaminate all humans, as- suming the virus to animals or plants are not transferase, as- suming Samantha to return from cryogenic process without se- vere damage, decontaminated, finally, live ... How do you manage to tell they were the only survivors of something that had killed others? And worse, what man would be to try the new start of the species? This could be the end of your plan. His little not going to have a normal life, no known friends or some boy she liked and adrenaline exploded near him in his chest. Not travel or would know other cultures, it would be an inert being inside, without education, without pleasure, without varieties. The issue was not telling the history of the world before the apocalypse princess locked in a tower, because at least princesses have the chance to experience its history the day are free. Samantha would not need towers, she would have the world for her, but, then, would be as

  empty as your soul.

  If even with all the things that were mixed in their thinking, manufactured capsules, there was nothing more to think ... His purpose was aligned with the sublime hatred of humanity.

  In those minutes where the future of the most intelligent spe- cies would be decided, and the most destructive time, a blow to the roof scared Rachel causing a sample in her hand fall was heard. The bottle was broken leaving on the ground a DNA sample con- taminated with Z. ironic Sounded virus, but at the same laboratory, was where he died his only daughter, which revived stimulated by the blood of Donovan, who spared not blinded by hunger.

  Now at his feet a portion of that dark liquid and remembered all his life as a movie camera flash. He bent down and smeared the tip of his finger with that black blood and held before his eyes like looking at an important decision. finger to his mouth as he closed his eyes and a few centimeters from his lips, he slowly stood up and washed his hands. There was no sign of having cut with minimal glass fragment, if so, history would have been totally different.

  He completed suitcase with samples, except for one that slipped. He left the lab and picked up the keys to your car. He also took the gun. He recalled that it was impossible to go out the front, so I turned around and walked out to the backyard. Opening the door fell one of those creatures from the ceiling. With impeccable agility he pointed to the hideous being. In the fall, the zombie literally split in half. It was the most impressive thing Rachel saw in his life. The subject was very pale, and a trail of veins and arteries will be furrowed skin and branched tat- toos. Hair, very abundant, fine and straight, fell below the ears. He had no nose, just a triangular hole in the middle of the face. Neck vibrated as the worst aberration unleashed demonic under- world. Suddenly, He raised his torso with his arms firmly on the ground. He stopped vibrating. They looked at each other. Plenty knew that if he fired, call the attention of those in front, and who knows how many more could appear. As the zombie broke

  through the pelvis, she stepped with one arm. Rachel took a big leap back without losing sight. He pointed the gun precisely the hole where the nose was missing. Worm that left the rest of the body back, completely detached, and rushed trying to reach. Ra- chel believed to have advantage to see him dragged without, but he was wrong. Zombie errant arms were faster than her, nothing more and nothing less planned to end the human race in heels. In addition, the weight of the suitcase in one hand and pistol in the other also made it hard to escape. He ran inside the house, and the piece of dead following her closely. He pressed the gun and released a couple of shots. One bullet broke his jaw pieces, and some teeth were thrown through the air. They both stopped. She was breathing like someone suffering from an asthma attack. Meanwhile, zombie half again vibrate like that at first, as if the head off him explode into a thousand pieces. When he stopped doing so, his hands resting on the floor turned them into fists and jumped on it. Rachel brought the suitcase between his body and mouth zombie. The impact knocked her. He took the opportunity to remove their shoes and run back to the lab. His escape plan would be at the same place where Donovan took off when he fled from Samantha.

  I just stood, cut the zombie threw a blow without being able to reach it. The bug did not fall aside because he had placed on the ground chest. Part of the intestines are stuck in the corner of a piece of furniture. It was like a ball of yarn unraveling throughout the house and leaving a trail of dark blood. Opening the door, he dropped the gun. He zombie her heels again, and left her there. Once inside, she looked at the corner of his eye the sample slipped through his fingers when he heard the knock on the roof caused by that same creature pursued relentlessly. He thought of the broken glass in his bare feet and said to herself, “Not today.” After convinced that that day was not the end, much less so, she opened the door connecting this part of the basement laboratory.

  Rachel lowered quickly, and half that zombie rolled like a cardboard box. On one side, he was the skeleton rider, and the other, the rotting body of Larry. The window facing the street

  remained closed. Zombie fell off her arm after falling down the stairs. Every time there was less of it. Apparently, his fate was falling and losing part of himself.

  Amid the gloom he heard the chilling sound they make when they try to speak and get a breath ripped from his throat. He turned on the light. The lamp was half melted and emitted flashes arrhythmic. The atmosphere could not be more disturbing. In flashes he spotted that monstrosity that barely, trying to reach her. He noted that rotten worsted ball was missing an arm and flashed a smile. He imagined that draw similar to cats when cornered a mouse. He took the suitcase, sang the
anthem of the United States only with the «M» letter and your mouth shut. He opened the window, but it did not. Above shelves were gasoline stocks. He poured fuel over the zombie body, now on a chair reached the street, clear on that part.

  After a few minutes, he returned, just to light a match that got in one of the abandoned houses. To throw inside, the place caught fire immediately. The zombie was spinning in circles, disoriented by the smell, and Rachel enjoyed the show. Burning flesh, coupled with the combination of so much death in this place, was, at that moment, the closest thing to hell in any of the possible worlds.

  Part of the undead dispersed. The handful who remained near the entrance did not pose any problems. The car was left at a fa- vorable distance. However, he reminded his ultimate predator and remembered how fast it was only with the support of their hands. Anyway, he got to the car and go into the pharmaceutical where human extinction would be made.

  By the way, I stopped the car and left it parked with the engine running. He did not look or people or zombies, although the latter could appear anywhere and anytime. the keys stored on his pants and went to a women’s footwear shop. He glanced at the shelf and began to imagine the place with the lights on, people inside, the sound of the machines when they indicate withdraw credit cards at the end of the payment, the steps, the voices, the typical “hello”, “ Thank you “and” have a nice day “between staff and