When the Dead Rise Series 1: The Beginning
By C.M. Fick
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A new virus has been created and now the dead walk the earth; a voracious hunger for living flesh driving them to seek out those fortunate enough to survive. It all started with Patient Zero...
When the undead plague is unwittingly released into the population of a major city in the US, panic ensues. Some will live to fight another day and some will join the growing ranks of the undead. This unique collection of short stories follows different characters as they struggle to survive, during the first days of the zombie apocalypse. Experience the spread of the infection from multiple perspectives and see how the end of the world arrives for each new character.
C.M. Fick
C.M. began writing in 2007 when she was inspired to write the first book in the Fate series. With three published full-length novels, C.M. has also completed the first series in collection of short stories about a zombie apocalypse. She's currently working on a five book fantasy series, a second collection of zombie shorts, as well as playing around with a new sci-fi story.Her favorite genres to read are horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and select mysteries, while her writing genres are fantasy, horror (specifically apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic), and sci-fi. Her early works (the Fate series) are paranormal.C.M. has a diploma in Website Design and enjoys all aspects of the creative design process. Her hobbies include painting, drawing, sculpting, and of course - writing.
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When the Dead Rise Series 1 - C.M. Fick
When the Dead Rise Series 1
The Beginning
By C.M. Fick
Copyright 2015 C.M. Fick.
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Volume 1: Patient Zero
Before Contamination...
Cliff Holbrook was the lead scientist in the R&D department of Synergy Pharmaceuticals, located in San Antonio, Texas. His current project was a top-secret military study of the application of the synthesized drug, Obsepire, derived from a theoretical study of Congenital Insensitivity to Pain, otherwise known as CIP. The goal of the project was to block the pain receptors in a soldier's brain so they had the ability to complete a mission despite the condition of their bodies. Unfortunately, the scientists working on the project had several setbacks. After they'd administered the drug to the subjects, they discovered the human body wouldn't metabolize it. In one hundred percent of the subjects, it passed harmlessly through the body leaving behind no trace of the inhibitor - that was until the powers-that-be brought Cliff onto the project. After much research, he decided that using a virus as the delivery vehicle would be the most effective way of getting the body to accept the inhibitor.
Cliff's theory started with the Varicella Zoster virus, known to cause shingles and chickenpox in humans. When this combination alone didn't produce the long-term, full body results the military was looking for, Cliff went back to the drawing board, adding a second strain which would allow the altered Varicella Zoster virus to travel to the brain: Meningitis. The theory behind adding the second strain was that the first strain of Varicella would hold the synthesized drug and the second strain of viral Meningitis would transport the pain inhibitor to the brainstem where it could take hold and deliver the payload.
The subject would then be kept in quarantine for two weeks while their system fought off the viral infection created by the Meningitis, and for the drug Obsepire to alter the brains receptors permanently. Cliff knew the dangers of their experiments, but with a new mortgage and a child on the way, he was more concerned with the bonus he'd receive once Obsepire completed the first wave of successful human trials. And so, Cliff ignorantly continued his work. If he'd known what he was creating, he may have been more careful - or perhaps tried to convince Synergy of the dangers of manipulating nature. But of course, Cliff didn't know until it was too late to stop the spread of the disease, which reanimated the dead and brought on the end of civilization as we know it.
The night the end of the world began, was much like any other night for Cliff. He'd finished the last of his notes on the successful delivery and effects of Obsepire on the primate test subjects and was putting away the samples when someone burst into his lab behind him.
Cliff!
The man barked making Cliff jump.
Startled by the intrusion, the test tube Cliff had been holding slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor at his feet. He sighed as he thought about the work that went into creating that small sample and turned to face his boss. Yes sir?
Hugo Farner stood in the lab's doorway with bright red coloring his puffy cheeks. He was a round man with round glasses and a mostly bald head, making him look, to Cliff, a little like the dough boy in a suit. I was expecting your report on my desk before three,
Hugo barked, his face growing redder with each passing moment.
Cliff's shoulders slumped as the countless late nights weighed down on him. He didn't need a lecture from Hugo; he'd been working as quickly as the process allowed and still it wasn't fast enough for the department head. The report is printing.
Cliff waved his hand towards the whirring machine where the printed pages already created a small pile. I needed to verify some of the results before giving you my final report.
Cliff rubbed his hands over his sore eyes before finally admitting. I believe we're ready for human trials.
Hugo seemed to deflate all at once, his anger replaced by surprise, quickly followed by the gleam of greed in his eyes. So it's done?
he asked, finally moving from the doorway, into Cliff's small lab. He pulled the printed pages from the paper tray and began to scan the report on Obsepire's progress.
Yes,
Cliff sighed again, this time in relief. The subjects are fully recovered and the drug has the desired effect of blocking any pain.
Cliff waved to the room off his lab where his three primate test-subjects lived.
I'm happy to hear of your progress and look forward to reading your report in full tomorrow morning.
Hugo clapped Cliff on the back, all traces of his anger gone. By completing Obsepire, Cliff had ensured the military contract with Synergy would be ongoing and very profitable for both parties. Hugo hummed happily to himself as he waddled from the room, leaving Cliff to clean up the mess on the floor.
Cliff's mind wandered as he plucked the largest pieces of the broke test tube from the floor. He thought about how his bonus would pay off their new mortgage and allow a small nest-egg for Cliff and his pregnant wife, Helena. He thought about Helena's quickly approaching due date, and how excited he was to see the birth of his little girl. He thought about the promotion that he'd receive once Obsepire was in full production, about the pay raise that would accompany his new position.
Cliff's mind was on everything but the mess he was cleaning up, so when a sliver of glass pierced his skin and a small drop of blood welled on his fingertip, he pulled it out without a second thought. Cliff disposed of the trash in the incinerator and left for home.
Falling Ill...
Cliff had a hard time pulling himself from his bed the following morning. He had an odd neck ache and felt as if he were coming down with the flu. Not wanting to pass his illness onto Helena, he skipped breakfast and headed straight to work. He stopped by Hugo's office on the way to his lab and the men shared a congratulatory drink - it didn't matter that it was only nine in the morning; they were both about to become insanely wealthy men.
After his congratulatory drink with Hugo, Cliff made his way back to his office to begin the tedious process of creating several new cultures of virus-altered Obsepire. He needed to replace the specimens lost the night before in order to move forward with human trials, but the ache in his neck persisted, distracting him from his work. Finally deciding he'd worked hard enough, Cliff went back to Hugo's office to inform his boss he'd be taking the remainder of the day off.
What can I help you with Cliff?
Hugo spoke without looking up from the papers on his desk.
I just wanted to let you know I wasn't feeling well and am going to head home before it gets worse.
Cliff mumbled, feeling a sudden chill. His whole body ached and he'd begun having terrible dizzy spells that the walk from his office exacerbated. The only thing keeping Cliff upright was the thought of his nice warm bed waiting for him at home.
Of course,
Hugo waved his hand without glancing up from his paperwork. I wouldn't want something to happen to the man who saved the company.
Hugo finally looked up at Cliff with a wide grin, which faltered as he finally took in Cliff's state. Are you okay to get home on your own?
Hugo asked with sudden concern. He got up from his desk, helping Cliff into a nearby chair.
I don't know what's come over me.
Cliff scrubbed his face with his hands, trying to wake up his senses.
When did this start?
Hugo asked as he poured Cliff a glass of water.
Just this morning.
Cliff nodded his thanks when Hugo extended the glass to him. He tried to raise the water to his lips with shaking hands, but the glass slipped from his weak fingers, crashing to the floor and spilling the water all over Hugo's expensive rug. The room tilted and spun around Cliff as he fought to remain conscious.
Cliff, are you okay?
Hugo sounded panicked, but Cliff couldn't determine where the large man stood, the room was spinning too rapidly.
Hugo, I...
Cliff was about to explain about last night's accident and the possibility of infection, but a wave of nausea washed over him. His body shook with the chills as bile rose in his throat. The room continued to spin.
Cliff?
He heard the anxiety in Hugo's voice as he shook Cliff's shoulder; the motion intensifying the spins. Hugo's voice shook with panic, Cliff answer me.
Cliff felt his body pitch forward followed by the feel of cool wet carpet beneath his burning face. The last thing he heard was Hugo calling for the paramedics.
Quarantine...
Cliff awoke in a white sterile room, confused by his surroundings. After several moments of studying the room around him, he realized he was in Synergy's basement quarantine unit. Cliff remembered seeing a room, similar to the one he was in, in the basement of the pharmaceutical company on his initial tour of the facilities. Then he'd been on the outside looking in. Panic blossomed within Cliff's chest. How long had he been unconscious for? To block the rising panic, Cliff turned his attention to his body. In a clinical manner, he noted that the extreme fatigue was still present along with the stiffness in his neck; his whole body ached and his head throbbed. The dizziness was absent, but Cliff suspected that if he stood, the world would begin spinning again. He was also having a hard time breathing and was thankful for the oxygen tube he felt pressed against his upper lip.
The sound of shuffling fabric drew Cliff's eyes to the side of the room where he saw two technicians in biohazard suits, standing at a table filled with lab paraphernalia. They had their backs turned to Cliff.
What am I doing here?
Cliff rasped, only now realizing how dry his throat was.
Both technicians started and turned simultaneously, staring at Cliff in disbelief.
You've been infected with a form of meningitis we've never seen before,
the first technician spoke in an educated tone. The director of your department requested that you be quarantined until we can determine whether or not the virus is communicable, and if it is, how it's transmitted.
Every employee who worked at Synergy knew of the quarantine protocols. Hell, they'd all had to sign a release form stating that, should a contagion infect an employee, Synergy had the right and duty to the public to ensure the contagion was contained within their facilities. What's going to happen to me? Cliff shuddered knowing there was nothing he could do but allow the technicians to perform their tests. Once he'd been cleared to go home, there would be yet another confidentiality form to sign, but at least Cliff would be able to get on with his life - he just had to wait out the viral infection.
What did they tell my wife?
Cliff asked, silently calculating how many weeks he'd be stuck in quarantine compared to Helena's due date. She still had a month and a half before the baby was due, but everyone knew babies came out when they were ready - not necessarily when their parents were.
We are unsure,
the second technician answered, coming over to Cliff's side. He unzipped the hood of his suit and removed his respirator to monitor the machines beeping along with Cliff's body. Just before you awoke, we determined the contagion is not air-born.
Cliff sighed, but realized his relief was premature when the tech continued, We still have yet to determine its communicability. We do not know how long you will be ill or if your body will be able to fight off the virus and until then, we cannot tell your wife anything specific.
Cliff froze at the technicians words. If his body would be able to fight off the virus? What would happen to him if it didn't? Was he going to die? Was he going to end up a lab rat, stuck in Synergy's basement? Could they even do that?
Cliff's heart thundered in his ears at the prospect of dying from something he'd engineered. Couldn't they give him anything to counteract the virus? Cliff shook his head - the very reason why he'd used the viral form of meningitis was that the body had to fight off the virus, making it stronger while allowing the Obsepire time to do what it was designed for. Antibiotics, if he'd used the bacterial form, could have corrupted the Obsepire making the viral form so much more efficient - even with the two week recovery time from the meningitis.
I need to speak to Hugo,
Cliff finally said. If anyone had answers for him it would be his superior. He needed to know what restrictions he was contractually under and what those limitations would allow him to divulge to those working his case. He wanted to explain what he'd created and its effects, assuring the techs that he would recover.
Mr. Farner is unavailable,
the technician said coldly, turning back to his microscope.
Cliff pushed himself into an upright position, swinging his feet to the cool tiled floor beneath his bed. That is unacceptable. I deserve answers. I need to make sure my wife's okay and that she knows I'm safe. She's having a baby...
Cliff's head spun as he stepped towards the technicians, but he couldn't give up - he needed to know his wife hadn't picked up the virus from him. The first technician moved to the inner door of the room and without concern, pressed a small round button beside it.
The door swung open and two large men in white scrubs and latex gloves marched in, picked Cliff up under his arms, and dragged him back to the bed; the techs went back to their microscopes. One man secured Cliff's arms and legs with restraints while the other held him down. He bucked, he kicked, he screamed obscenities but nothing fazed the men - until the one holding him down let his arm get a little too close. Cliff lashed out with his teeth, as they were his only remaining defence, sinking them into the man's tender skin.
The man howled, but held Cliff firm. You crazy son of a bitch,
he growled before looking over his shoulder to speak to his partner. Are you almost done? I have to go get this sterilized before my immune systems' compromised.
The last buckle slid into place and the man stepped back. He held out the arm Cliff had bitten for his partner to inspect; the bite mark was an angry red and blood trickled down the man's arm.
It must hurt like a mother... Cliff thought smugly to himself.
Dude,
the other man said after inspecting the crescent shaped marks, That's totally nasty. Make sure you report the incident.
Cliff heard the uninjured man say before the door closed silently behind them.
Cliff tested his restraints but all he accomplished was further exhausting his already tired and sore body. His mind reeled from the shock of the situation he found himself in. He was an American citizen... He had rights... He paid his taxes and was considered a pillar within his community... He shouldn't be treated this way. I need to speak to Hugo!
Cliff screamed as he twisted, uselessly, in his restraints. Hugo would know what to do.
One of the techs pulled out a small syringe and filled it from a vile before walking briskly to Cliff's bedside. You need your rest and this,
he held up the syringe, squeezing the plunger until a small stream of liquid spurted from the tip, will help you do so.
Cliff didn't feel the prick of the needle but he did feel the drug's effects as it pulled him into darkness.
Final Breaths...
Over the next two weeks, Cliff's immune system raged an intense war against the virus within him. Hugo never came to Cliff's bedside as he tossed in fevered delirium. None of the techs would give him any information on his wife, despite his desperate pleas. There'd only been one other occasion where restraints were necessary and to Cliff's surprise, a different man appeared with the one who'd strapped him in bed during his first days in quarantine. When asked where the man he'd bitten was, the response was simple: called in sick the day after the bite and never returned to work. This news worried Cliff, but no one would listen when he voiced his concerns.
Cliff grew more ill as the time passed, and the amount of time he spent awake and lucid decreased until all he did was sleep between tests. He was unable to keep food down - not that he had an appetite - dizziness plagued him constantly and his cough worsened until he was coughing up clots of blood; then the shakes began. Cliff recognized the signs of his body shutting down and resigned himself to the fact that he'd never get to see his child or his beautiful wife again. And then, just as his two week quarantine was coming to an end something strange happened - the techs didn't come to his room for his morning check-up. The day wore on and no one came to check on Cliff's condition. He was too weak to get out of his bed but shouted until his voice grew horse. Still, no one responded. It was sometime that night that Cliff took his final, laboured breath.
Dead Rising...
He awoke from the nightmare with a start; the dream of his own death etched into his memory. Cliff remembered watching his eerily still body, lying on the bed beneath him. At that point, he'd been sure he'd died. Now he was clearly back in his body, but it felt somehow alien to him. Unwilling to open his eyes, Cliff reached out with his other senses to anchor his mind back to reality. He could tell it was dark because the normally bright lights of the lab weren't glaring through his eyelids. He heard the faint sound of an alarm, far down the hall but nothing else moved in his immediate area. The air, which normally circulated through the room, was stale but to Cliff's relief, the pain he'd endured was gone without a trace.
Cliff finally opened his eyes and sat up, staring at his surroundings as if seeing them for the first time. The world was bathed in milky wash making the objects around him indistinct and difficult to see. Cliff raised his arm to scrub the film from his eyes and was alarmed when it only jerked outward, clumsily and uncoordinated. He shifted, allowing his legs to fall over the side of the bed but when he tried to stand, he found himself pitching forward. His arms flailed uselessly as his feet tangled together and he tried to break his fall with his unresponsive arms.
Cliff hit the floor and expected pain to explode through his body on impact, but it never came. He lay on the floor for a moment studying his body - shockingly, he felt nothing. Fear filled him as he realized something in his experiment had gone terribly wrong. He hadn't felt the explosion of air from his lungs when he'd fallen. He couldn't feel his heart beating nor did he feel the coolness of the floor beneath him. I need to get out... I need to go home.
Awkwardly, Cliff struggled to his feet, irritated by his lack of coordination. He shuffled to the closed door of the quarantine unit and was about to open the door when he heard voices in the hall, making him hesitate.
Dude,
a muffled male voice said, the information on the virus has to be here somewhere. Make sure to check those rooms as well.
Cliff could hear the people opening and closing the lab doors in the hall; he shuffled behind his room's door just before it swung open, hiding him from the intruders.
A flashlight shone into the room as a female voice spoke excitedly, Hey! I found something,
she called down the hall to her companions, This is a quarantine unit that was in use until recently.
The sound of running feet echoed in the hall and slid to a stop outside Cliff's room. See?
Two more flashlight beams joined the first, sweeping every inch of the room. Cliff remained unmoving; he was terrified of being discovered but wasn't sure why.
The people moved into the room cautiously, checking behind the equipment and under the bed. Whatever was in here is long gone,
one of the guys, now searching the cupboards, said to his companions. He moved closer to Cliff's hiding place, almost within reach.
A sudden, gnawing hunger consumed Cliff and he leapt from his concealment, onto the unsuspecting man who shrieked in panic. Cliff's arms tightened around the man with unnatural strength, and before he knew what he was doing, he bit into the man's shoulder. His teeth broke the skin and blood filled Cliff's mouth. The skin tore with a satisfying snap. The warmth of the flesh surprised Cliff as he began to chew. The woman screamed.
Get out Trina,
the second man ordered.
Trina's voice was panicked, But Andy, we can't just leave Paul here.
Cliff couldn't pull his attention away from the warm flesh in his arms and bit down again. The one they'd called Paul stopped screaming and now only twitched in Cliff's arms.
He's gone Trina. Go!
Andy ordered again.
Come with me Andy. Paul is that thing's first kill. He won't leave it until the body's cold or Paul's risen.
Trina and Andy ran down the hallway, the sound of their pounding feet fading until all Cliff heard was the whine of the alarm.
Cliff didn't understand what she'd meant. First kill? Cold body? It didn't matter - nothing mattered other than getting more of the warmth inside him. His iron grip on the warm flesh loosened, allowing it to slip to the floor. Cliff fell on the exposed belly and continued to gorge: more warmth - he needed more... somehow, it made him feel alive.
Soon, Cliff felt he'd gotten enough of the warmth inside of him and starred down at his meal. With a sudden jolt, Cliff realized what he'd done... what he was covered with... what was causing the satisfying heat in his belly. He wanted to retch, but couldn't. To his horror, Cliff watched as Paul's body twitched just before the now empty eyes popped open.
Cliff tried to speak to Paul; to apologize for killing and consuming the young man, but all that came out was a pitiful moan. Paul got to his feet and returned Cliff's moan before shuffling from the room. Cliff followed, trying to figure out how a man with a gaping wound in his neck and torso could be up and moving around. It didn't make sense to him, but the irresistible urge to eat human flesh hadn't been sensible either.
Needing to understand what was happening, Cliff made his way to the emergency exit where the door was propped open. Overhead the alarm sounded and behind him, he sensed the presence of the man he'd killed and eaten. Laboriously, Cliff began the three-story ascent with the shambling Paul close behind him. I need to get away from that thing, he thought with every step.
Upon reaching the main level, Cliff stopped, not believing the destruction in the building's lobby. The large picture windows running the lobby's length were shattered. Bodies lay strewn haphazardly about; many with gaping holes in their heads. Papers fluttered in the breeze. Beside Cliff, Paul moaned a long mournful sound that triggered a moan from Cliff. He hadn't meant to respond to the call, surprised when another muffled moan sounded outside. Paul shuffled through the lobby just as another person appeared on the street in front of Synergy's main entrance.
Cliff was about to warn the person away, when he saw the missing arm and bite marks trailing up the leg. The person in the street wasn't a person, Cliff realized, he was a zombie - just like Paul... just like Cliff. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, grief overwhelming him, driving him to his hands and knees. The once warm flesh in his gut felt heavy and no longer gave him that 'alive' feeling he craved.
A Familiar Face...
Cliff's mind returned to awareness and he was surprised to find that, not only was it now the middle of the night, but that he was in a suburb far from Synergy's laboratory. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there or where his consciousness had gone during the lapse. There were car accidents blocking the street, some of them with wisps of smoke still rising from blackened cars. The chatter of automatic gunfire sounded the next block over, almost swallowed by a chorus of moans. Cliff heard shattering glass, screaming, several blasts from a rifle and then silence - he instinctually knew whomever had been defending their position, had lost the battle against the horde.
An instinct Cliff hadn't realized he possessed, told him there were living humans close by and the hunger flared with a vengeance in his gut. He craved the warmth the flesh had given him even as his mind revolted at the thought of killing and consuming another living person. A dog barked, pulling Cliff's attention away from the hungry moans the next block over and the desperate cravings he didn't understand. He turned and studied the mangy black and white dog, snarling at him from the sidewalk, surprised to realize he recognized it as his neighbours.
Cliff ignored the dog and stumbled down the street searching for his home. How could he have forgotten about his wife and their baby? Silently, he prayed they were both alive and safe. When he found his house, Cliff was relieved to see the house's main floor windows had been boarded up and all looked secured. He wandered closer, hoping to catch just a glimpse of his wife and was making his way around the side of the house, when he heard a man's voice at the front door.
I'm going to make sure everything's clear out here; then we can head out. Make sure we have everything packed Helena.
At the sound of his wife's name, Cliff turned back to the corner of the house, pausing there until he heard the shuffle of