All this while i was fantasizing about what could possibly happen later in the evening if i were to stayed longer
waiting for that email or phonecall from the guys up in US. The phone evetually rung and i hestiate to pick it up.
That i did because i know i have to- work.
"hallo" i answer while my other hand wondered (not to my crotch minfd you) over to my computer's mouse and clicked
on the latest download from my bosses in US. The hell got me! VIRUS!
"Get out of here...." comes a man's voice, in great pain and hesitantly panicky.
"Get out .....while....u ....can" the voice turned metallic and then monstruously rough!
"ARHH......" and then on the other side of the line i heard automatic gunshot fired and machine guns ratters.
I knew it! All this while the secrecy and covering up i am doing for the firm all boils down to one thing. I knew we
were doing some reserach and procurement of top secret weapons for the US here in Singapore. But little do i know that
this day would come. I ran over to look out at the skies and saw the impossible came true to life - our lives. The sky
turned red, as red as hell. I knew they fired the lates biological weapon after a failed negotiation. We were acquiring
this missle but the russian marked the prices sky high and a couple of my colleagues went undercover to retreive the
formula from their mad scientists but wer in vain. Non of them returned and there were not even a single rumour about their
ever existence after the mission.The Reds finally pressed the button. the missile exploded some 5 kilometers up in the sky
and created a nuclear fusion afterwards. The fusion were technically coupled with a biological reaction that burns and eats
up every living being and everything around me. One which once stood fall. Mankind dropped on all fours and started huunting
like the beasts. I scrambled for that jab which i knew boss' kept safe in his drawer on the table. It is the only antidote to
keep me alive and a main prevention from enslavery as a walking corpse and a hunting beast of my own kind.
I grabbed the spyringe and injected it into my heart through the riib cage without hesitant. Oh the pain was so unbearable
but i gritted my teeth and and applied piston pressure so that the precious fliud will flow faster towards my heart. It did
and for once in life i was filled with vigour. I made it and keep me alife! Like a gifted and seasoned warrior, i removed my
tie and reached for my loaded beretta. 16 rounds of 9 millimeter parallebrum with 15 in the clip and 1 round already
chambered through the breech. I thumbed the safety off but i am now reaching for the Remington Brushmaster and that regular
box of 12-gauge shotgun rounds holding ball bearing shots that will probably save in when the time comes for me to cross the
bridge between life and death.
I tugged my pistol into my trousers and pumped a sturdy red 12 gauge into my Remington shotgun. Heading out of the office room
i saw the security guard fuc king my female colleague! Damn this is a situation which i did not wish to land in because they were
2 walking corpses and zoombies banging! Waht the hack?! They used to be human and we cannot denied a good f cuk from them even now
when they are half gone, can't i? No time to lose. I squeezed the trigger and got the undead security in a pool and splash of
blood and gore.
"i am sorry my dear but i just have to let you go to save my own as s." I hispered to myself and i slide another round into my
shotgun. Affirmative and with a sharp slide-action report from the mechanism's clicking, i level the sights at her boobsy chest
and let the second round fly. Home it went.
I notice the MP5 submachine gunlaying on the floor and it once must have served the security guard. The though of having it under
my possession seems meaningful enough and i know i will get abundant supply of the 9mms from the weapon cache and arsenal room
located on the second floor......
