Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Eleven





While the government did not want their soldiers publicly sawing people in half with machine guns, they were certainly not going to allow random zombie variables to walk around uncontrolled anymore. Luckily some squints in the lab were able to offer a compromise. Although a starving zombie's saliva was lethal in even tiny amounts a heavily diluted dose from a freshly turned zombie had a much different effect on regular humans. If a few cc's of the correct concoction were injected intravenously it would not only infect a previously healthy human it also turbocharged the previously slow acting disease. This information would play an important role in the not too distant future.

The Alvarez family were one of the hold outs. A Mexican collective of seven who lived in one of those surrounding satellite towns on the outer cusp of Los Angeles. They resided in a stereotypically small two bedroom walk up apartment on a street that was liberally peppered with graffiti and garbage. The army had revised the way they approached families to a simple good cop/bad cop routine that included 5 or 6 yes or no answers that ended one of two ways. The first way, the easy way, ensured that the remaining family members would eat well for the next month or two. The second way, the hard way was a little bit more cruel.

Oscar was 11 he was middle child of the five kids in the Alvarez family and he was the only one that was infected. Of the five children, he was the first and only boy and was his father Luis's pride and joy. It came as no surprise then that when the nice military man politely asked Luis to surrender his son that Mr. Alvarez angrily refused. The longer that the nice army man implored Luis to give up his son the angrier he became. With fists flying Alvarez ran at the army men in a last ditch effort to save his son. With a few quick standard combat moves the green men quickly neutralized Luis and pinned him face first on the ground. Luis and others like him would become known as a "typicals." When push came to shove 95% of all people related to the infected resorted to violence eventually. It was these outbursts that helped the military goons feel a little less guilty about what they did next.