December 10, 2050 - Outside the Facility, Wolfe Creek Crater, Western Australia
Captain Welton and Sean agreed to meet outside the facility at exactly 12:30 am, so basically, it is already midnight. Of course, I didn't let Sean go without sleep. I ordered him to take even just a nap which turned out to be a couple of hours sleep.
On our way outside, as we wait for the elevator to bring us up, I was nervous. Bile was on my throat, my hands are sweating despite the cold night, and I am sweating profusely. One of the rules of the facility is not to get out without prior notice and approval from the administrators and Dr. Jhero.
"Sean, are you sure we wouldn't get caught?" I ask as the elevator ascended.
He turns in my direction and his eyes narrowed seeing me sweat and tremble in nervousness. He holds my sweaty and cold hand and brought it to his lips.
"Babe, calm dow
"H-how..." I couldn't comprehend what did just Lieutenant Stone said. Dr. Jhero. Zombies. His toys. His servants. What does that supposed to mean? And as if Lieutenant Stone manage to read my mind, he said, "Sean's suspicion is right. Dr. Jhero controls the zombies, and he has control of this whole situation too. As per the question 'how?', we will find it out when the sun rises, or once we get back inside the facility— shit!" We all turned to him as we heard him curse and hissed while looking at his virtual laptop's screen. Sean carefully pulled to look at it too, while Captain Welton is already kneeling, his eyes narrowed. On the screen, a footage of a commotion in the lobby of the medical team's quarter is playing. All of our co-doctors are out in their rooms, Dr. Jhero is standing while two men wearing
World domination. Dr. Jherusalem Colleti. UVirus. A parasite that is designed to do and follow all of his commands and demands, as a part of his world domination project. Silence fell on us. The lobby, despite its air-conditioned and isolated space with no windows at all, just a huge space, seems to be suffocating. Air leaves my lungs as those words left his mouth, and I find it hard to breathe. The crowd we made is not helping, and the collar of my pink long-sleeved only suffocates me more. Dr. Jhero's words came back to me. I am emotionally unstable, just one push of a finger and I will crumble down with my emotions. But then I told Sean that I will also play with Dr. Jhero's game, and for that, I needed to be strong. But then, another but, that was when I thought we still have time. I didn't think we will know everything so soon like this and that even before we start to pla
"Dr. Jhero wants us all to become part of his world domination thing, and although we don't want to become part of it, we don't have a choice but to agree, or else our families— their families will be either become zombies or be dead." Of course, all of the villains in stories use feelings and emotions as their greatest weapon against the protagonist, and when that happens, protagonists don't have a choice but to be controlled by the hands of the villain. The same goes in real life, when the bad person uses your feelings as a weapon against you, you don't have a choice but to bend down and give in. Blackmailing is one of the best strategies to get someone in your hands. With Sean's words, I remember my family. My mom and my dad. It's been a while sin
The military quarters in just like any of those military barracks I see in movies and documentation vlogs of soldiers. With single beds lined up, some double-decks, and sleeping bags lying on the floor. A pantry is on a far corner of the quarters, and another far end are computers. Looking around I notice that they look few, but they are a couple of hundreds when we get here. "Where are the others?" I ask. Captain Welton sighs, "Some are doing their rounds around the facility, and some were turned into zombies. Just this morning." "What?" I can't hide my surprise. "You mean..." "Dr. Jhero turned them into zombies, said it was our punishment for messing with the facility's system. And he said just like your boyfriend, I was a fool for bringing hundreds of soldiers here. Half of us were turned into zombies, now we're just eighty. He said those he turned into his toys were not nec
The question as though why did they have to bring me to their quarters just to tell that to me was playing in my head as I walk back to our room. And when I am already in our room and voiced out that concern to my boyfriend, he said it's because the military quarters is one of the safest places in the facility. After all, it is controlled by the soldiers. Lieutenant Wendell Stone and the others who were skilled in computers are in charge to take control over the facility's system so that their movements and conversations won't be recorded by Dr. Jhero. I asked if the facility's system won't detect it, and he said it won't be detected if they are working on computers at full force. Though there would always be a suspicion, they wouldn't know. "Can't you do that too?" I ask again. He shakes his head. "I need a full force computer works too. You know, technology nowadays is advance, so is the hacking thing. Though I could make another softwa
With Sean's impressive intelligence quotient and if we work all together to find a way out in our situation, we could. But the fact that it would be great and way easier if someone who knows better than we know could go here and give us everything we need to know would be a lot great. Lieutenant Stone and his team did their jobs to connect with their comrades outside and give them updates, including Lawrence and Georgia. On our way back to the VIP quarters, Sean informed me about Dr. Jhero's past with his father. Aside from they were batchmates and schoolmates, Dr. Jherusalem Colleti and General Silvester Gabriel Sr. of the US Armed Forces were friends before, and they were the top students of their school. Given that the two families were reigning in medical and technology, the two were the best duo of their generation, not until Dr. Jhero reveals his family's plan and offered Senior Richforte to join them, but he refused and their friendship st
I stared at the blank ceiling as I lay down on the bed, waiting for Sean to wake up. When he awoke, I let him eat first before showing him the piece of paper I found under the glass of water. Sipping on my camomile tea to help me relax, I watch him as he read the words scribbled on it and stares at it for a while. When he looks at me, I know he'll ask who gave me the letter so before he could even open his mouth to say a word, I spoke, "I think it came from the bellboy who delivered the foods. I see the glimpse of his eyes, and he looks young. He needs help." Taking a deep breath, Sean stood up and I followed him through my gaze as he approaches the closet and rummages for clothes. "You taking a shower?" I ask. Without looking, he replies, "Yea. Want to join me?" Pulling a pair of black t-shirt and khaki shorts, he tossed it just enough for the clothes to land above the bed with his black boxer briefs. I bit
Chef Fritzerg didn't say the lewd words, but we know what he means with those words. And there were my emotions again, trying to overcome me, but I held my ground and instead, did the opposite. With the thought in mind that I should be strong enough even against myself if I wanted to help Sean and everyone, I widen my smile despite the bizarre thoughts in my head because of what the chef said. "Very well, then, Chef Fritzerg. Alden Holton for $10 tonight, 7 pm. We'll take our leave now." The chef smirked smugly before I tug Georgina's arm who seems shocked with how I reacted and the words that came out of my mouth. On the hallways, she blinked rapidly before giving me her I-can't-believe-you-look. I shrug and smirked, resembling the smug smirk of Chef Fritzerg back in the main cuisine. "We should go back to the quarters and tell this to Sean and Captain Welton," I said. She nodded in agreement, and together, we headed to