What a Monday morning it was. The resurrected dead have tossed the world into a dystopian zombie apocalypse.
In this first episode we follow a disillusioned pastor,a lovestruck college student, and a cautious computer programmer as they are trying to survive.
One minute Carl and Betty are studying for a class, the next they are running from bloodthirsty zombies bent on devouring them. Will they be able to survive?
Computer programmer Mary and salesman Dexter have to get out of the city when everyone else has the same idea. Will the living dead end their lives like they have ended the work day?
Reverend Jeremiah Jones began the day wanting to sleep through boring ministry presentations, but now he is attempting to evacuate hundreds from the meeting that the Bishop left him in charge of.
Excerpt - Chapter 1
The cool wind brushed up against
Betty and Carl. The scene is perfect for a college brochure designed to excite
freshmen into attending their institution. Behind the collegiate pair stood the
majestic and historic Lake Hall. This building provided a fitting backdrop to
the scene.
Throughout most of high
school, Betty and Carl had dated. Ever since Carl laid eyes on Betty, he wanted
to be with her, and Betty soon relented to his advances. But Betty decided to
take a break upon graduation and broke Carl’s heart. While Betty attempted to
move on, Carl kept track of where Betty planned to attend college. Carl’s
acceptance and choice to attend Northern Georgia University surprised Betty.
She had hoped to attend a college far away from home, but ended up three hours
northeast of Atlanta.
Betty wanted to move on,
but Carl continued to speak of his love for her. On that day, Carl asked Betty
questions to help her prepare for an important test.
“Will they open this
building? I need to sit,” Carl asked while looking straight up to the sky.
Betty laughed and glanced at
her cell phone to find the time. She said, “And where is everybody? Why are
they so late opening the door? It’s freezing out here.”
Carl leaned in, “I can get
you warm.”
Betty smiled, “Not going
to happen….”
Carl slumped and asked
another question, as he did when Betty rebuffed his advances.
A horn blasted on the
campus. This reminds the students to get information from their cell phones for
a message from the school. The school was one of the first to implement the
emergency cell phone message after one of those school shootings.
Betty reached into her
purse and pulled out her cell phone. Carl leaned in to get a better view.
The phone read, “Northern
Georgia University has canceled classes today, and we encourage the students to
keep abreast of the changing health care issue. The governor has asked us to
stay on the campus to keep the roads clear for emergency responders. Classes
will resume tomorrow.”
“I am glad of that. I need
another day to study for this chemistry exam. Let’s head back to the dorm, I
need a nap,” Carl said.
“Nobody came to class, so why
didn’t someone tell us? We didn’t get that memo.” Betty laughed.
They began walking back to
the lady’s dorm when Carl’s phone rang. Carl pulled the phone out of his pocket.
He said, “It’s my mom. I’ll call her later.”
They continued walking. They
found that while the class buildings were quiet, the residence dorms had a lot
more people running around than usual. People were also running around the
upperclassmen’s residence hall. Students were running to cars and driving off
the campus.
“Do you think we should go
ask them what’s going on?” Betty asked.
“I think we should get to
our dorms. Something is happening.”
They both marched together
when Carl’s phone rang again. His mother called again.
“Damn, it’s her again.”
“You ought to answer.”
“No way, I’ll wait to call
her back later. We need to find out what is happening on this campus. For all
we know there may be a shooter.”
“Wouldn’t they tell us if
there was a shooter?”
“Not if they wanted us to
remain calm.”
They walked by Buster
Hall. Many people were running and yelling.
“If they are trying to
keep us calm, it ain’t working,” Carl said. “I think we need to walk faster.”
As they got closer to the
freshmen girl’s dorm, it appeared to be move-in day. Suitcases everywhere. Cars
being loaded and parents helping to load up the cars. But, unlike move-in day,
everyone was running and there was a lot more yelling.
“What the hell?” Carl
asked. He grabbed Betty’s arm and rushed over to the dorm, pulling her along.
They got to the front door
of the dorm. Students were entering and exiting one after another. Carl grabbed
one who he had talked to on occasion in his calculus class and asked, “What’s happening?
Why is everyone trying to get out?”
“You have got to be
kidding,” his classmate said.
“Come on, what’s going on?”
“Something big is
happening in the city. They are about to institute a mandatory curfew and clear
the roads, and folks are trying to get out.”
“Mandatory curfew? But if
you leave, what about class tomorrow?”
“Look man, I ain’t got no
time to tell you. As for class, if you go tomorrow, you are going to be in
there by yourself. Now my mother is ready to drive off.” Carl’s classmate ran away.
“What’s going on?” Betty
asked Carl.
“I think we need to pack
up and get out. I’ll catch you back here in an hour.”
Betty ran into the dorm.
Carl’s phone rang again.
He pulled it out. It was his mother for the third time. He answered it this
time.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
“What’s up? Carl, you need
to get out of there, that’s what’s up. You need to get out of there now.” Carl’s
mother was screaming.
“What’s going on, Mom?”
“A virus turns people into
raving lunatics. They are telling us to stay in the safe place that we stay in
for storms and to stay away from people. Your brother, sister, and I are in the
storm shelter. We want you here, son.”
“OK, I’m bringing Betty.”
“Get out of there now.”
A big noise was in the background
of his phone call. “Mom, are you all right? What’s going on?”
“No!” Carl’s mother
screamed. The phone signal dropped.
Carl
dialed the number back and got a busy signal.
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