{"id":341,"date":"2013-07-22T14:39:03","date_gmt":"2013-07-22T14:39:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/?page_id=341"},"modified":"2014-07-17T04:51:42","modified_gmt":"2014-07-17T04:51:42","slug":"chapter-94","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/story\/chapter-94\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 94"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 94<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Answers.<\/i><\/p>\n

Did anyone ever think we\u2019d actually get any?<\/i><\/p>\n

I\u2019m pretty sure I gave up on that months ago.\u00a0 Rye kept trying to figure it out.\u00a0 Why we survived.\u00a0 Why we\u2019re here.\u00a0 Brian believed there was a purpose, once he found his faith again, anyway.\u00a0 Me, well, I tried not to think about it.\u00a0 I was here, I was alive.\u00a0 It was enough, ya know?\u00a0 I always think more about those fucking seizures that make life hell.\u00a0 But now, we\u2019ve found other survivors.\u00a0 We\u2019ve finally got answers in our hands.\u00a0 The whole thing is just crazy.<\/i><\/p>\n

Here\u2019s one thing I\u2019ve realized since the dead rose:\u00a0 I can\u2019t waste my life anymore, because it\u2019s a damn miracle I\u2019m here to begin with.\u00a0 I\u2019ve made the most of every moment I have.\u00a0 It sucks that it took an apocalypse to make me appreciate things, but it is what it is.\u00a0 I\u2019ve had my close calls, but I\u2019m still alive, still here.\u00a0 For a guy who never had a break in the world before, it\u2019s like karma\u2019s making it up to me.<\/i><\/p>\n

It was only just today I realized it\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

I\u2019m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.<\/i><\/p>\n

Song Quote Of The Entry \u2013 I gotta say, that\u2019s one of the things I miss the most anymore, being able to turn on a radio and jam to whatever music is playing.<\/i><\/p>\n

Anyway, this song is by a band called \u201cLive.\u201d\u00a0 They weren\u2019t appreciated much here in the US, but man, I fucking loved their music.\u00a0 This song in particular was one of their best!<\/i><\/p>\n

I will go on like a soldier
\nThrough the storms of love
\nAnd I take you back
\nTake you away from here, my friend
\nAnd charge you up again<\/i><\/p>\n

We just come down from the mountain<\/em>
\n Where the breezes were blowin’<\/em>
\n And everything was growin’<\/em>
\n Like some tree in the bush<\/em><\/p>\n

Still, I gotta live my life here<\/em>
\n With some pretty scary brethren<\/em>
\n But now I’m a rebel on a mission, baby<\/em>
\n To live and die by my smile<\/em><\/p>\n

– Live, \u201cLike a Soldier\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Sunday, January 13, 2013<\/b><\/i>
\nWeek Thirty-Nine<\/i><\/p>\n

It had been about an hour since the group had sat down in the lodge with their two new visitors.\u00a0 A lot of idle chatter had gone on, but not about anything that mattered.\u00a0 There was some drinking, but the tension hadn\u2019t eased much, despite Nick\u2019s efforts.\u00a0 How could it?\u00a0 Everyone was anxious to get some answers.\u00a0 They had been waiting for so long, but at the same time, it seemed like there was hesitation to actually ask the questions now that they could.\u00a0 They all sat around two tables pushed together, eleven pairs of eyes nervously skipping around.\u00a0 Nick glanced over at Riley, who looked lost in thought.\u00a0 His hand took hers, squeezing it gently in the awkward silence that had settled over them all.\u00a0 Nick looked at Kevin, who seemed to be mulling over the way to shift the conversation to what they wanted to know.<\/p>\n

\u201cSelena, right?\u201d Riley started, her tone becoming more brisk, professional.\u00a0 Nick\u2019s mind flashed to an image of the workaholic reporter she\u2019d once been in the life before the dead rose.\u00a0 \u201cYou guys seem to know so much.\u00a0 How is that?\u00a0 Why are we all the same blood type?\u00a0 Why are we immune to the zombie virus that wiped out everyone else?\u00a0 How did you find us?\u00a0 You\u2019re clearly British \u2013 well, you and Shaun, anyway \u2013 and\u2026 Dr. Kwak In-Su, how are you connected to all this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cWe just have a lot of questions.\u00a0 We haven\u2019t found more survivors since last April.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand,\u201d answered the soft-spoken Asian.\u00a0 \u201cIt is not a story of which I\u2019m proud\u2026 but it is a story I know must be told.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said you came from North Korea?\u201d Brian interjected, his arm around Gretchen as he pulled her closer.<\/p>\n

He nodded solemnly.\u00a0 Shame was written clearly in his small, dark eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Ducky,\u201d Nick said with a comforting smile.\u00a0 \u201cWe just really wanna know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDucky?\u201d\u00a0 The scientist\u2019s brow furrowed with a look of confusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, ya know\u2026 Kwak?\u00a0 Quack?\u00a0 Like a duck?\u201d<\/p>\n

Laughter followed.\u00a0 \u201cDucky\u2026 I think I might like that.\u00a0 It is a comfort to see more people alive in the world, despite everything that has occurred.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSame shit can be said for us.\u00a0 Fuck, we almost lost half our group as a goddamn zombie buffet because they tried to find others by traveling across the fucking country.\u201d<\/p>\n

Selena shook her head, a small smile forming, despite herself.\u00a0 \u201cYou won\u2019t find anyone here in the States, I don\u2019t think.\u00a0 You\u2019re it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut how do you know?\u00a0 Like I was saying before, you know way more than the rest of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me tell you my story, Miss\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBlake.\u00a0 Riley Blake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Blake.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure it will answer all your questions.\u201d<\/p>\n

The scientist leaned back, and Nick\u2019s hand reached for Riley\u2019s, squeezing it before it could even begin to flutter about nervously.\u00a0 The two shared a comforting smile before refocusing on the man before them.\u00a0 A man with answers.<\/p>\n

Howie took another swig of his beer, as if attempting to steady himself with the alcohol for what they were going to hear.\u00a0 He caught AJ eyeing the bottle enviously for only a moment before he began to pick at his nails idly, obviously in need of something to distract him a little.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was considered one of the top scientists in North Korea.\u00a0 I knew it; I perhaps even reveled in my superior intellect.\u00a0 One of my proudest days was when I was handpicked by Kim Jong-Il himself to work on what was only described as a Special Project<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused.\u00a0 The room was silent, as everyone listened with rapt attention.\u00a0 Nick tried to hold it in, but when he belched, it seemed to echo around, announcing his presence.\u00a0 Everyone started laughing, momentarily breaking the calm.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d he apologized with a sheepish grin.\u00a0 \u201cKeep on talking, Ducky.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere were ten of us, each the best in our little corners of Korea.\u00a0 Our leader wanted us to create something, something deadly enough to not only wipe out America, but to make the rest of the world watch and live in fear of my country\u2019s wrath.\u00a0 Part of me knew this was wrong.\u00a0 But that part was quite, quite small.\u00a0 I loved the intellectual challenge, so sadly, I was unable to care at the time how wrong it was.\u00a0 At least not until\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUntil what?\u201d Gabby piped up.<\/p>\n

\u201cUntil the day it was created.\u00a0 With the help of one of my colleagues, Dr. Shin Young Ji, we created the\u2026\u201d\u00a0 At this point, the doctor trailed off again, unable to finish.<\/p>\n

Kevin\u2019s mouth dropped open.\u00a0 \u201cYou created the Osiris Virus.\u201d<\/p>\n

A dry, almost bitter-sounding chuckle followed.\u00a0 \u201cIs that what you\u2019ve come to call it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA lost friend of ours coined that term.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose it rather fits.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re\u2026 you\u2019re the monster who did this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick felt Riley begin to rise, a temper flashing through her stormy blue eyes that he hadn\u2019t seen in a long time.\u00a0 His hand clenched hers tightly, and she stayed in her seat.\u00a0 There had to be more to this.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet him tell his story,\u201d Selena shot back with a glare, her British accent sounding short and clipped.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is okay.\u00a0 I deserve to be judged for what I have done.\u00a0 I did not know at the time just how deadly of a super-virus we had spawned, only that death came, torturous, swift, and inevitable.\u00a0 That, once infected, there was no cure.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo cure?\u201d Gretchen asked, sounding hopeful, despite knowing the answer.\u00a0 They all knew, but they had to hear it, once and for all.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u00a0 We studied it in animals, and it killed them well.\u00a0 But there were signs it would react differently in humans, so we began to run tests in a prison, on what you would call \u2018death row.\u2019\u00a0 We injected the prisoners with the virus.\u00a0 At first, it seemed to have the same results.\u00a0 But then…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen, they started rising,\u201d Brian finished for him, his eyes taking on a familiar, haunted look.<\/p>\n

A sigh followed.\u00a0 \u201cYes.\u00a0 It was a miracle we kept the virus contained and the undead quiet.\u00a0 I suspect it is because we injected the patients directly into the bloodstream, so that there was no chance for it to go airborne.\u00a0 The incubation period was far shorter with injection, though, from our studies, we knew it could go airborne.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou saw all this, and yet you still kept at it?\u201d Riley demanded incredulously.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou Americans, you have had it so good.\u00a0 You do not understand existing under a true dictator.\u00a0 I was horrified when I saw the bodies reanimate.\u00a0 Our leader was pleased with the results.\u00a0 One of us actually protested, and he was beheaded by the guards.\u00a0 Dr. Shin and myself were the only other ones frightened of this plague we had wrought.\u00a0 But our true feelings had to be kept silent, for, dead, we could do nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Looking around the room, Nick could easily see that the truth they had once so desperately sought was now taking its toll.\u00a0 As it was, he had to keep Riley\u2019s hand in his own in an attempt to keep her calm.\u00a0 Brian\u2019s eyes were downcast, his arm tightly wrapped around Gretchen, who was murmuring in his ear.\u00a0 Howie\u2019s eyes were distant, clearly lost in thought, where none could touch him.\u00a0 AJ was distractedly rubbing his legs, though his line of vision was focused on one of the newcomers, Selena, who was ignoring him and whispering to her friend Shaun.\u00a0 Shaun himself was glancing around a bit, looking unsure.\u00a0 Kevin stood, keeping his eyes on Gabby, who was keeping silent, though Nick knew she was paying more attention than the others suspected.\u00a0 He thought of Jo then and hoped she was keeping a watch over her daughter, over them all.<\/p>\n

Kevin cleared his throat, catching everyone\u2019s attention as he filled the awkward pause.\u00a0 \u201cI think we need a break.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d the doctor replied, as he slowly stood and made his way outside for some air.\u00a0 He was soon followed by Selena and, oddly enough, Howie and AJ.<\/p>\n

Shaun looked at Nick with a nervous smile.\u00a0 \u201cGo easy on him till you hear the rest of the story.\u00a0 He hasn\u2019t had it easy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick nodded, idly playing with his girlfriend\u2019s hair.\u00a0 \u201cNone of us have, but at least we\u2019re here.\u00a0 We\u2019re alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre there more of you guys?\u201d Gabby asked, sounding hopeful for the first time in a long while.<\/p>\n

\u201cA few back home.\u00a0 We came to find others and got lucky enough to catch your broadcast.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry about your loss,\u201d Brian said softly.\u00a0 \u201cI was once a minister.\u00a0 Once we\u2019re done talking, I can hold a service for him, for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

A nod.\u00a0 \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you found others?\u00a0 Or are your group and our group all that\u2019s left?\u00a0 I\u2019ve had so many questions, but we gave up on finding more survivors.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know where others may be, but you\u2019re the first we\u2019ve actually found.\u00a0 I\u2019m just happy to see other people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSame here,\u201d Brian replied, with an unconscious glance down towards Gretchen\u2019s stomach.<\/p>\n

Before anyone could say anything more, the others came back inside, lead by Kevin.\u00a0 A sudden silence came with their entrance, the slight ease in tension vanished instantly, and the air thickened amongst them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we\u2019re all ready to continue,\u201d Kevin stated, while Selena and AJ took their seats.\u00a0 Dr. Kwak In-Su chose to stand, looking to be readying himself for the rest of his undeniably tragic tale that had inevitably doomed them all.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you wanted to stop\u2026 but you couldn\u2019t,\u201d Howie prompted, finally sitting down.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot without being killed, no.\u00a0 Now that we had the virus, we were looking to create a vaccine, something to inoculate us so that we, my country, could stay immune, in case the worst scenario came to fruition.\u00a0 That is, if the virus did spread globally \u2013 which, at the time, we thought was highly improbable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you did\u2026\u201d Nick said slowly.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s why we\u2019re here, why we survived.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Dr. Shin and I were able to crack the key that granted us immunity to what you call the Osiris Virus.\u00a0 I made sure the work the other scientists did hit roadblocks; I sabotaged their efforts.\u00a0 We gave false results to their research, gave credibility to a preventative measure that would not work.\u00a0 This was so that\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Another sigh followed.\u00a0 \u201cSo that those who rejoiced in this horror would risk suffering its fate as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why us?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kwak\u2019s eyes turned back to Riley, forever thirsting for the truth.\u00a0 It was written so clearly in her eyes.\u00a0 She was a reporter at heart, even now, even after the world had moved on.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe had to be careful, so careful.\u00a0 There was so much risk.\u00a0 One night, after much planning, we fled the country with our papers, after giving ourselves the vaccine we had created.\u00a0 We could not travel with any; we could not bring vials or anything with us.\u00a0 We were fugitives in our own homeland.\u00a0 We hid in London for some time.\u201d\u00a0 His eyes darkened.\u00a0 \u201cWe started sorting through our notes, if only to keep us from being too idle, to keep us in our love of science.\u00a0 And that\u2026 that was when we spotted it.\u201d<\/p>\n

AJ smirked.\u00a0 \u201cYou realized how fucked we were once this shit went airborne, didn\u2019t you?\u00a0 You didn\u2019t know that before, but then you saw that once that psycho bitch launched it at us, the whole world was fucked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u00a0 We did not know what to do at first.\u00a0 We could not go back, only to be killed, and we knew that doing nothing was not an option.\u00a0 The window of time we had was unclear.\u00a0 It seemed fruitless, as we had no way of telling the world without being captured and blamed and, thus, unable to help.\u00a0 Finally, the best solution we discovered was a weak one.\u00a0 The best we could do was spread the immunity as far as possible\u2026 and pray.\u201d<\/p>\n

A fuzzy brow quirked. \u201cHow so?\u201d<\/p>\n

This time, it was Howie who answered, having had far too much experience in this area.\u00a0 It was ironic, he knew, that something he hated so much about his life was what had kept him alive.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t want to think about it.\u00a0 \u201cThey donated blood.\u00a0 Those who received it also got their immunity.\u00a0 It\u2019s like what happens when patients who get transfusions end up with HIV.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCorrect.\u00a0 There was no recovery from this plague.\u00a0 You either were killed and reanimated, or you never became sick at all.\u00a0 Each of you I know must have had a transfusion within the year before the Osiris Virus struck, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n

Each of them nodded.<\/p>\n

Much to Nick\u2019s own surprise, it was Gabby who spoke up first.\u00a0 \u201cThe man who killed my dad, he tried to kill me.\u201d\u00a0 She sniffed as she lowered the choker she always wore to reveal the scar.\u00a0 Tears shone in her eyes, but didn\u2019t fall.\u00a0 \u201cHe almost killed me, too.\u00a0 My-my mom, she kept me alive till the ambulance came\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

AJ sighed.\u00a0 \u201cI was\u2026 I was suicidal.\u201d\u00a0 He kept his gaze on the floor.\u00a0 \u201cI slit my wrists, and they had to pump a shitload of blood in me to keep me alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick sat there, stunned, trying to wrack his brain on where he\u2019d gotten the vaccine.\u00a0 How was he here?<\/p>\n

\u201cI had major surgery after one of my last stints overseas.\u00a0 That\u2019s why I was here when the virus hit; I\u2019d just got cleared to return.\u201d<\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t had anything major happen to him, like an accident or a surgery, or a condition like Howie\u2019s hemophilia.\u00a0 Around him, the others continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t told anyone but Brian this, but\u2026\u201d\u00a0 A pause followed.\u00a0 \u201cI was pregnant once before, and I miscarried.\u00a0 I lost a lot of blood\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen was saying more, but it was hard for Nick to focus then, still troubled about how he\u2019d acquired his own immunity.\u00a0 Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his girlfriend touch her stomach, where he knew the scars still remained.\u00a0 He thought of that stormy day, their first day together, in the Target, where she told him about the car accident.\u00a0 It was so long ago, like another life, on the day after he awoke in that horror of a hospital\u2026<\/p>\n

The hospital.<\/p>\n

Nick gasped, as the realization slammed into him.\u00a0 So close.\u00a0 For him, it had been so very close.<\/p>\n

A hand took his own, gently, lovingly.\u00a0 \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy bar fight, Rye, my head injury.\u00a0 Remember how I woke up in the hospital?\u00a0 It\u2019s cause that bar fight happened after midnight, the morning of Infernal Friday.\u00a0 Like, hours before that shit hit.\u00a0 If it hadn\u2019t happened, if that college prick hadn\u2019t slammed a bar stool into my head, I\u2019d be munching and moaning right now.\u201d\u00a0 Nick shivered.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve been cursing the shit out of that day, cause of my goddamn seizures, and it\u2019s what saved my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her arms wrapped around him, and Nick was grateful for the comfort that that simple gesture brought.\u00a0 \u201cJesus fucking Christ, Nick, I\u2019ve never seen a luckier son of a bitch.\u00a0 I\u2019m about ready to chop off your leg and use it as my lucky rabbit\u2019s foot.\u201d<\/p>\n

Laughter filled the room.<\/p>\n

Brian\u2019s gaze met his.\u00a0 \u201cI know the feeling.\u00a0 I knew open-heart surgery would help me live longer.\u00a0 But somehow, this wasn\u2019t the way I pictured it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere should be little pockets of survivors everywhere they donated.\u00a0 We decided to start looking; you\u2019re the first we\u2019ve found.\u00a0 It\u2019s still too easy for people to die because of those ghouls,\u201d Selena told them bitterly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe split up; I stayed in the north, while he went south of the Equator.\u00a0 I know not if he is even still alive.\u00a0 I was only back in Europe for a short time before I saw them strike your country.\u201d<\/p>\n

No words were spoken, as each of the survivors mused on the finality of it, the fact that they had finally been given the answers they\u2019d been seeking.\u00a0 And yet, it changed nothing now.\u00a0 It only brought down the fact that this had been the fault of cruel human nature, not God.<\/p>\n

Brian stood, reaching for his wallet.\u00a0 Inside, he stared at the memories of the family and life that had been stolen from him.\u00a0 He swallowed hard, and Nick knew he could very easily become the broken man he\u2019d met when he first arrived.\u00a0 He tucked his wallet back away, his resolve strengthening.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t we go prepare to give your friend a proper service?\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

That night had the four of them sitting on the porch out in the backyard.\u00a0 It was a warmer winter night, the breeze gentle and refreshing.\u00a0 It was a night for thought, a night for reflection.\u00a0 Brian and Gretchen were curled up in the swing chair together.\u00a0 Both looked to need close contact and the relief it gave them from cruel reality.\u00a0 Riley stood behind Nick with a brush and scissors on the small little table beside her.\u00a0 He had to admit, his hair was pretty wild and shaggy now. So, he\u2019d conceded to letting her give him a trim.\u00a0 That, and he knew she could use something to focus her attention on.\u00a0 He gave it to her without question.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do you guys think?\u201d he asked, trying to sit still, something that had always been hard for him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think\u2026 that doctor\u2019s the reason the world\u2019s gone to shit, and he\u2019ll burn in Hell for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHarsh, Riley,\u201d Gretchen said with a yawn.\u00a0 \u201cI think he\u2019s tried to redeem what he\u2019s done.\u00a0 I mean, he\u2019s the reason we\u2019re still alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why everyone we loved is now dead… or undead.\u00a0 What about you, Brian?\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian stared up at the stars as he spoke. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u00a0 I\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m just relieved that my child will be born immune.\u201d\u00a0 His voice spoke in the familiar, haunted tone it once had, though his eyes still shone with hope, as his hands rubbed Gretchen\u2019s stomach.<\/p>\n

Before Nick\u2019s eyes, bits of golden hair fell to the ground.\u00a0 \u201cAnd finally, we\u2019ve found more people.\u00a0 Well, they found us, anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExcept they want us to go with them.\u00a0 And while I know I don\u2019t have your fear of flying\u2026\u201d\u00a0 She kissed his cheek.\u00a0 \u201c\u2026I don\u2019t like the idea of traveling the world again.\u00a0 Too many close calls last time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s always close calls now.\u201d\u00a0 Gretchen\u2019s hands rested on top of Brian\u2019s as she lay her head back against his chest, her brown hair cascading down in loose waves.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we\u2019re alive,\u201d Nick reminded them, \u201cand that\u2019s something.\u201d<\/p>\n

No one replied.\u00a0 Only the soft sounds of snipping could be heard above the moans of the undead still wandering around the base, a reminder to them that tomorrow was not a guarantee.\u00a0 But Nick knew that having today was a miracle in and of itself.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t intend to waste it.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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