Deadly Epidemic - Chapter Three

I stood outside the building, the zombie woman coming after me. For a dead corpse, these things had superhuman abilities. They could knock you a winding and they would eat your flesh within minutes. Not to mention they would release the toxic combination into your blood to turn you into something horrible. I took the gun from underneath my shirt and shot her through the head. To destroy the zombie you always had to aim for the brain. It was their most vulnerable spot and would kill their nervous system within minutes. When I blasted her, brains splattered all over my clean clothes. I grunted and wandered over to the hose near a car garage. I sprayed my boots down and wiped my hands off.

I walked back to our building and went inside. As soon as I entered I felt the cool air from the vent above me, hit me like a fresh wave of water. It gave me chills. I was soon walking up the stairs to the shower room. I stripped down quickly into my bra and panties and turned the shower on. The water went over my body washing the dried blood and filth from it. I heard a voice behind me, "You should have hollered out that you were in here. I wouldn't have walked in." I looked up and saw Dr. Chatman standing there, his hands in his pockets. Gross, I thought deep down.

I didn't know how to take this. My heart was beating madly against the walls of my chest. Adrenaline caught me off guard. I looked at him and laughed nervously, "Um well, I am currently trying to take a shower. I blew up a couple of zombies and had brains all over me. Is there something you need?" I could have been angry but I didn't get angry. I just looked at him and chose the latter. He came towards me and looked into my eyes, "You do not need to apologize for taking a shower. Is there something you want to eat tonight? I figured I could fix dinner for us."

I thought about it and shook my head, "No not really, I don't think I want anything special. I think I'll just opt for a sandwich and go to bed. I've been rather busy today gathering certain artifacts for testing. I think I should relish the fact that I am going to need rest for tomorrow. So without further a due, goodnight doctor." I turned off the shower and took my dirty clothes with me back to my room. I closed the door and sighed rather frustrated that he would not quit asking me to dinner and to do things with him. Then I thought duh! He would ask me because he was my partner when working.

I traded clothes and then heard the doctor walk pass my door to the downstairs area. I hurried down the hall to his room and caught sight of the journal. He would be downstairs awhile, watching the nightly news, reading the newspaper, and eating dinner. I read the next entry:

October 8th, 2008

I killed her...accidentally of course. I injected her too much with serum I think. What if someone were to find out? What would my family say? What would my sadistic wife say? They would all drown me in the foolish system of justice of courts. I don't want that. I have not asked for any of this to happen. My wife would kill me herself. The affair was never meant to happen. She was just there and it happened. I never meant for Carrie Byrant to come into my office that day and entice me to do things to her. What am I to do?

I am supposed to be at the visitation tonight to send my condolences to the family. She has only one surviving sister that I know of. Her name is Virginia Byrant. She's more beautiful than her sister and works as a Forensic scientist. If I could get to know this woman better, she may be my ticket to divorcing my wife. If I could get her into my arms and into my pocket-book, just think we'd be more than unstoppable.

October 10th

I skipped a day. I was rather busy yesterday hanging out with Dr. Byrant. She and I did an autopsy on her sister. She said nothing even though her eyes met mine when she found out the serum had killed her. I told her one of my nurses watched her inject the serum into her arm, but I did it. She doesn't know that. She is going to question the nurse but the nurse mysteriously came up dead in her apartment earlier this morning. I killed her too. Now I am working on a concoction to kill my wife. Once she is dead, Dr Byrant and I will be able to fulfill our true destiny. To be together, and find the mystery to curing an unstoppable disease.

A disease that will be of course, created by me. By the time the world figures that out, Dr Byrant and myself will be lounging away in Hawaii. I am on the roll here. I cannot wait till things are the way they are supposed to be. When Virginia see things the way I see them we shall be unstoppable.

October 12th

At the funeral I saw Virginia again. My wife is dead now and they think it had to do with foul play but they aren't sure. They haven't found anything that would suggest such and they won't. Virginia let me comfort her during the funeral. She actually broke down when her sister was rolled out to the Hurst. I feel for her and my heart is of course with her. I wish that I could just hold her all night and make love with her. I would go as far as to say, I want this woman to have my heir.

I have the virus created and now its ready to be unleashed across the world, starting in New Orleans. What better place to get Virginia and I stuck in that part of the world.

So he planned all this. I was angered and I wanted to hurt the man so badly right now. I threw the leather-bound book back onto his bed and left the room. I went downstairs and sat down on the bottom step. When he came up to me I looked at him and sighed, "Hello doctor, have you enjoyed your evening? Tell me, Russell, what would you do to get what you wanted?"

He shook his head and laughed, "I don't know what you are talking about, Virginia, I'm sorry. Have you enjoyed your evening my dear?" His blue eyes sparkled with the deviousness I knew he was capable of. I smiled and nodded walking up to him, "I have had a very...lonely evening..."

I hadn't been lonely and I knew that but he didn't. I continued to stare at him for the longest and then pushed him roughly against the wall. I kissed his neck and then whispered against his ear, "You are so very cunning doctor. I love it and admire it I really do. But the next time you think to fall in love with someone, you better just remember, I wouldn't trust them too deeply."

I let him go and walked off. My mind was set in violent mode and I needed to kill a zombie or two.