Albert woke up for a noise from the backyard. That was a regular alarm for him, not like an accident by the cats around the thrash. You don't have to worry about them any more, since the zombies they learned how to live in silence.
He knows his visitor or at least he can guess which half-rotten came for the medicine shipment.
Albert always ashamed himself when that word came into his mind, but that was a reflex, an ugly old reflex from the days when he worked at the experimental hospital for the zombie-disease. Everyone used such words for the patients to hide the fact, those creatures were human before.
You couldn't treat them if you remember that one of those can be your family member. And it was in case of Albert, his own dauther died at that hospital in a painful cruel way for any living being.
It was a slice chance that she can be treated, and you did not know until the last hour what will be the response of immune system to the drugs. Every case was totally different, so many case to analyze so many die to learn from it, but the AG closed the institution two years ago. That was the day when Albert started his underground life to help the infected people in any way he could, and he had the chance to smuggle the rest of the drugs for those who really needed.
And one of the those lucky patient stand at his back door with some fruit and vegetable. They always bring some goods exchange for the drugs. It seems the pride leaves the human mind after the ability to speech or move. He never meet any of them who could speech or run faster than a eighty years old granny. But they came every week and bring some real excellent food. An organic food these days of synthetic world was a real delicate. His own boss should not afford such a pleasure that he got from the half-rottens.
After five minutes his guest was gone, no one saw or heard anything, mostly because no one listen these days. Everybody frightened from the dark, the streets are empty even at noon.
Tuesday 4 February 2014
Saturday 16 November 2013
Train of Jericho
Albert and Leslie joined for a cigarette at the back of the depot.
These secret smoking spots became the only secure places against the spying eyes of the AG, since the cigarette was forbidden in the whole area of the research center.
However that was required to check or get checked your safe places regularly by some lower ranked officers of the security department.
Lower officer could be bribed with some rare spices, and that was not a problem for Albert, because he worked at the herbal research department.
"Did you heard that we will implement defense horn on a train?" asked Leslie after gave back the lighter to Albert. "I heard that project was cancelled, because the sound effects more to the humans than zombies". "No, that's a lie! You can bake the brain of those fucking living deads with sounds waves while you listening Mozart." Les ashamed himself right away.
"Sorry, I know your daughter is somewhere between them." "It's all right, I don't even know she is still a living human or her brain got rotted by the infection." Albert slipped a last one and treaded his stub.
"Anyway back to your news. Why they started to produce zombie alert horns just now?" "First of all, these are more like sound cannons than horns. Only a train can transport them. Even a bigger truck would suffer its weight and energy supply. Second, the engineers developed a copy right noise for the attack waves in the last half year, so no one can reproduce it. The AG don't like any competition, just remember those poor lavender farmers."
"But if we could make them smaller, we could even make self-defense alter horn." "Yes, but the AG still get its biggest profit from the synthetic lavender, why should they kill their own success?" "Then someone else will found out the secret of the attack waves." "Yes you can decrypt the sound, if you have some hundred zombies to test on them, but not to produce it. You have to make your woofer from tetracolar to achieve the proper efficiency of the waves. And all the tetracolar mines are owned by the AG."
"Oh, of course. That was enough cheer up for today, back to work and kill some zombies."
These secret smoking spots became the only secure places against the spying eyes of the AG, since the cigarette was forbidden in the whole area of the research center.
However that was required to check or get checked your safe places regularly by some lower ranked officers of the security department.
Lower officer could be bribed with some rare spices, and that was not a problem for Albert, because he worked at the herbal research department.
"Did you heard that we will implement defense horn on a train?" asked Leslie after gave back the lighter to Albert. "I heard that project was cancelled, because the sound effects more to the humans than zombies". "No, that's a lie! You can bake the brain of those fucking living deads with sounds waves while you listening Mozart." Les ashamed himself right away.
"Sorry, I know your daughter is somewhere between them." "It's all right, I don't even know she is still a living human or her brain got rotted by the infection." Albert slipped a last one and treaded his stub.
"Anyway back to your news. Why they started to produce zombie alert horns just now?" "First of all, these are more like sound cannons than horns. Only a train can transport them. Even a bigger truck would suffer its weight and energy supply. Second, the engineers developed a copy right noise for the attack waves in the last half year, so no one can reproduce it. The AG don't like any competition, just remember those poor lavender farmers."
"But if we could make them smaller, we could even make self-defense alter horn." "Yes, but the AG still get its biggest profit from the synthetic lavender, why should they kill their own success?" "Then someone else will found out the secret of the attack waves." "Yes you can decrypt the sound, if you have some hundred zombies to test on them, but not to produce it. You have to make your woofer from tetracolar to achieve the proper efficiency of the waves. And all the tetracolar mines are owned by the AG."
"Oh, of course. That was enough cheer up for today, back to work and kill some zombies."
Friday 15 November 2013
Bring back
Tilde washed her face with a lavender soap. Pearl slowly turned on her other side in their bed. It was afternoon, so it was time to go back to work soon. Villon ran under the bed from her chest. Morgenstern already got up with Tilde and now he was cleaning his fur.
The sun sometimes made a bouncy sparkle so the white rat looked like he was glowing.
The two animal arrived there few months ago, they were young rats, and a black and white rat especially together were so funny so Tilde and Pearl thought when they saw them - behind the house, in the garden - they should keep them for sure.
First it came to their minds, what if the rats are spying for the AG, or maybe came from a lab, and they have positioning chip in or on them, but they just didn't care. They were strong girls, saw horrible things, but they haven't become insane like most of the others who had a tragic life. They did a lot of things which were strongly illegal, but they were smart enough to slip away from the police and the spies of AG every time.
They weren't too rich to irritate all the big fish, but they were wealthy enough to live in a house with a garden, and they could offer some old fashioned food, like the slice of apple, what Villon chewed with great joy.
Tilde filled the bathtub with hot water and poured some lavender bath salt in it. Yeah bath salt, it was handmade and very old fashioned, not so many people could afford it.
The water was very soft with a gentle smell, like when you hug someone, and you only smell a hint of perfume. It felt like a piece of a forgotten realm. Tranquillity and sanity, when outside zombie hordes threaten the lives of billions of people, mysterious diseases and suspicious missing persons cases everywhere in the United Nations.
She took a deep breath and went under the water. It was like reborn. She loved lavender.
It was her biggest treasure. It kept her face and body nice and soothed her inner demons. She needed it since she was a zombie.
The sun sometimes made a bouncy sparkle so the white rat looked like he was glowing.
The two animal arrived there few months ago, they were young rats, and a black and white rat especially together were so funny so Tilde and Pearl thought when they saw them - behind the house, in the garden - they should keep them for sure.
First it came to their minds, what if the rats are spying for the AG, or maybe came from a lab, and they have positioning chip in or on them, but they just didn't care. They were strong girls, saw horrible things, but they haven't become insane like most of the others who had a tragic life. They did a lot of things which were strongly illegal, but they were smart enough to slip away from the police and the spies of AG every time.
They weren't too rich to irritate all the big fish, but they were wealthy enough to live in a house with a garden, and they could offer some old fashioned food, like the slice of apple, what Villon chewed with great joy.
Tilde filled the bathtub with hot water and poured some lavender bath salt in it. Yeah bath salt, it was handmade and very old fashioned, not so many people could afford it.
The water was very soft with a gentle smell, like when you hug someone, and you only smell a hint of perfume. It felt like a piece of a forgotten realm. Tranquillity and sanity, when outside zombie hordes threaten the lives of billions of people, mysterious diseases and suspicious missing persons cases everywhere in the United Nations.
She took a deep breath and went under the water. It was like reborn. She loved lavender.
It was her biggest treasure. It kept her face and body nice and soothed her inner demons. She needed it since she was a zombie.
Wednesday 6 November 2013
Hide into the canal
There was a better world before the day of heat. We lived around the hills, which was our own paradise. You could find there everything what you need from the apple core until the crust, what else should a rat wish. You did not even fight for the food, there was a plenty of that, and they delivered a new heap every week. The trash hills was far away from the city, so we weren't bothered even by cats.
The heat changed everything. The whole world was covered by ash, there was not even a single bite which could be eaten any more. And the trucks stopped coming. There was no other choice we went into the city.
The city was whole different than grandpa told us, there was no people there, only the slow walkers. The walkers did not create such an amount of food like normal people and they did not collect it, so we started to follow them.
They was not a real threat for us, they did not have any reasonable reflexes like any other creatures, you could even bite them.
The life got his own cycle again: follow the slow walkers and eat their remains.
One day the cats appears around the walkers, there was no chance to rival with them. They are real the predators. We had to leave the march, and we live in the canal since then. There is no miracle for rats in this world.
The heat changed everything. The whole world was covered by ash, there was not even a single bite which could be eaten any more. And the trucks stopped coming. There was no other choice we went into the city.
The city was whole different than grandpa told us, there was no people there, only the slow walkers. The walkers did not create such an amount of food like normal people and they did not collect it, so we started to follow them.
They was not a real threat for us, they did not have any reasonable reflexes like any other creatures, you could even bite them.
The life got his own cycle again: follow the slow walkers and eat their remains.
One day the cats appears around the walkers, there was no chance to rival with them. They are real the predators. We had to leave the march, and we live in the canal since then. There is no miracle for rats in this world.
Monday 4 November 2013
Under the deep purple sea
Hunter woke up with a horrible headache. His partly bionic brain was the last one of it's kind, which was the first step to people became partly or totally androids if it was their dreams. Although first prototypes sometimes didn't worked perfectly along the flesh and bones of the totally old fashioned natural human bodies. It was the life of Hunter. Struggling between two worlds. Well, if he'd have been in a better position at the AG he could have afford a new, more comfortable brain, but he was only a small and sadly unimportant part of the enormous machinery.
He lived alone in a small capsule in one of the AG's beehive. He didn't starve nor was really poor, although his life always had a slightly miserable taste. He never was the smartest, never had enough money for big things, never did anything interesting, just lived from day to day. Well sometimes, when he had enough brain modifying drug, what all the employees of the AG got as part of their salary, well then he always decided he'll do something. He didn't know what, but something important. But the next day, when he woke up with a terrible headache it always seemed a ridiculous fairytale, in which Hunter never believed, not even when he was a child.
He tried to get out of his narrow, but anatomically comfortable bed. He felt nauseous, and bit of dizzy. He closed his eyes and counted for ten. He felt slightly better, good enough to take one step, and one again, and again. He reached a red button, and pushed it. Water poured from the ceiling, warm and purifying with antibacterial molecules and with a hint of synthetic caffeine. He suddenly felt sober. The water stopped, it was programmed, that only the necessary amount of it should be used at every showering. Strong warm breeze dried his body and he felt himself strong enough to put on his uniform. Two steps again, he went to the fridge, and looked inside, it was full of synthetic food, he choose a protein bar with an artificial carbohydrate cube, and a glass of vitamin juice. He thought of his day. It was Thursday, he kind of liked Thursdays, it was his cooking club day, with real old fashioned food. His favourite was Greek and Creole cuisine, he didn't know exactly of the origin of these cultures, now when there were just one United Nation and some Outlaw Countries, but he liked the old fashioned foods' taste. It was kind of ancient, somewhat strange but gave a special warm feeling which his normal daily food lacked. He wondered about what kind of food will they make in the club. He hoped for some beetroot, he liked the earthy smell and the colour when it was ready, it was weird first, but he slowly get used to it, and later he started to love it.
Suddenly he had a feeling in a part of his brain, well it wasn't really a feeling, cause there weren't any real nerves there, but still it reminded him to a feeling. His mom "called". Well it wasn't really a call, but well languages doesn't evolved as quick as the technical innovations.
He was a little pissed off. He told his mother don't call him before work. He sighed. He thought about not answering the call, but he knew that it'd be worse later. So he answered.
- Hunter, honey - Hunter shuddered, he hated the word honey - please come home, things became really bad at the fields, I'm not sure if lavender's will bloom again and the neighbours are worried too, they started to dry out, all the flowers are on the ground, like a big purple sea, and they rot so quick, I've never seen something like this before.
He lived alone in a small capsule in one of the AG's beehive. He didn't starve nor was really poor, although his life always had a slightly miserable taste. He never was the smartest, never had enough money for big things, never did anything interesting, just lived from day to day. Well sometimes, when he had enough brain modifying drug, what all the employees of the AG got as part of their salary, well then he always decided he'll do something. He didn't know what, but something important. But the next day, when he woke up with a terrible headache it always seemed a ridiculous fairytale, in which Hunter never believed, not even when he was a child.
He tried to get out of his narrow, but anatomically comfortable bed. He felt nauseous, and bit of dizzy. He closed his eyes and counted for ten. He felt slightly better, good enough to take one step, and one again, and again. He reached a red button, and pushed it. Water poured from the ceiling, warm and purifying with antibacterial molecules and with a hint of synthetic caffeine. He suddenly felt sober. The water stopped, it was programmed, that only the necessary amount of it should be used at every showering. Strong warm breeze dried his body and he felt himself strong enough to put on his uniform. Two steps again, he went to the fridge, and looked inside, it was full of synthetic food, he choose a protein bar with an artificial carbohydrate cube, and a glass of vitamin juice. He thought of his day. It was Thursday, he kind of liked Thursdays, it was his cooking club day, with real old fashioned food. His favourite was Greek and Creole cuisine, he didn't know exactly of the origin of these cultures, now when there were just one United Nation and some Outlaw Countries, but he liked the old fashioned foods' taste. It was kind of ancient, somewhat strange but gave a special warm feeling which his normal daily food lacked. He wondered about what kind of food will they make in the club. He hoped for some beetroot, he liked the earthy smell and the colour when it was ready, it was weird first, but he slowly get used to it, and later he started to love it.
Suddenly he had a feeling in a part of his brain, well it wasn't really a feeling, cause there weren't any real nerves there, but still it reminded him to a feeling. His mom "called". Well it wasn't really a call, but well languages doesn't evolved as quick as the technical innovations.
He was a little pissed off. He told his mother don't call him before work. He sighed. He thought about not answering the call, but he knew that it'd be worse later. So he answered.
- Hunter, honey - Hunter shuddered, he hated the word honey - please come home, things became really bad at the fields, I'm not sure if lavender's will bloom again and the neighbours are worried too, they started to dry out, all the flowers are on the ground, like a big purple sea, and they rot so quick, I've never seen something like this before.
Sunday 3 November 2013
Aktien Gesellschaft
There was a problem with lavender growing tactic. You have to use all your soil to provide enough odor against living deads. Even if your brain would not be eaten, yourself cannot eat anything. However you could drink lavender tea eat lavender biscuit so you can small like a flower field, but after a time there was no flour, egg or sugar to bake your armor against the zombies. Humanity start to starving when they become the prey of their infected brothers and sisters.
The biggest industrial challenge now was to provide enough synthetic lavender odor to save the mankind. Germans win that race. A german chemical industry find a receipt to provide enough lavender scant, and with that they own the biggest secret of the world.
Even at the bound of an anarchic apocalypse the human organizations with power will find a way to protect their interest.
The german chemical firm grew bigger than any other company or government. The ag, after the german abbreviation: Aktien Gesellschaft, became the synonym for power and money. The company started like the saver the humanity, but the power attracts the right people to rule the world. The management changed in no time, and the world saw a new emperor rising.
Humankind had two fate. You will be eaten by deads or you will be the slave of the saver hand.
The ag had a small problem with lavender agriculture, the only concurrence at the world. They cannot erase the farms without the rebellion of the farmers. So they had to change the thinking of people to buy and use organic lavender products. The advertising and price race was not enough. They developed the second generation of synthetic lavender essence, which sold by half price and its odor was three times as active as the original one. They only forgotten to mention its side effect: if you use it for a month there will be 10% of chance that you will got epileptic attack if you see any object which color is purple. Your chance for epileptic attack will be rise by the time of continues use.
People in the city erased any remain of organic lavender, they even fear to contact with people who use organic lavender products. They did not know anything about the real cause of epileptic attacks.
By that time they fear everything because of zombie threats. A new disease was just an another danger source to run from away.
The world have been cut to two half. Farmers and they idealistic costumers and the ag and their junkies. The number of farmers was decreasing day by day.
The biggest industrial challenge now was to provide enough synthetic lavender odor to save the mankind. Germans win that race. A german chemical industry find a receipt to provide enough lavender scant, and with that they own the biggest secret of the world.
Even at the bound of an anarchic apocalypse the human organizations with power will find a way to protect their interest.
The german chemical firm grew bigger than any other company or government. The ag, after the german abbreviation: Aktien Gesellschaft, became the synonym for power and money. The company started like the saver the humanity, but the power attracts the right people to rule the world. The management changed in no time, and the world saw a new emperor rising.
Humankind had two fate. You will be eaten by deads or you will be the slave of the saver hand.
The ag had a small problem with lavender agriculture, the only concurrence at the world. They cannot erase the farms without the rebellion of the farmers. So they had to change the thinking of people to buy and use organic lavender products. The advertising and price race was not enough. They developed the second generation of synthetic lavender essence, which sold by half price and its odor was three times as active as the original one. They only forgotten to mention its side effect: if you use it for a month there will be 10% of chance that you will got epileptic attack if you see any object which color is purple. Your chance for epileptic attack will be rise by the time of continues use.
People in the city erased any remain of organic lavender, they even fear to contact with people who use organic lavender products. They did not know anything about the real cause of epileptic attacks.
By that time they fear everything because of zombie threats. A new disease was just an another danger source to run from away.
The world have been cut to two half. Farmers and they idealistic costumers and the ag and their junkies. The number of farmers was decreasing day by day.
prolouge
People scare little children with sandman, vampire and other monsters but not with zombies, not any more. Because zombies are real. Real and dangerous, but you can live beside them, you only have to learn how to avoid them, like any other dead threat.
You don't swim in the Nile if you see crocodile in it, now you don't leave your house without lavender. That's a simple rule, living deads hate the odor of lavender, just like moth but they eat your brain instead of your coat.
Zombies can adapt to any environment. They don't bother by heat or cold and nuclear attack is only roast some of them, the rest will walk on the streets just like the day before and we have to live in cities filled with radiation.
We learned that by high cost. You cannot eliminate them with bombs or chemical weapons, only your country will be destroyed. If only one remain then the whole fight have to start again.
There are no zombie free zones anywhere, they hide in deserted houses, canals and parks. If there is a place where you don't or cannot spread lavender zombies will be there at the next day. People live in threat and lavender is the most precious treasure of them, if you have a piece of soil you know your duty, you grown lavender there.
You don't swim in the Nile if you see crocodile in it, now you don't leave your house without lavender. That's a simple rule, living deads hate the odor of lavender, just like moth but they eat your brain instead of your coat.
Zombies can adapt to any environment. They don't bother by heat or cold and nuclear attack is only roast some of them, the rest will walk on the streets just like the day before and we have to live in cities filled with radiation.
We learned that by high cost. You cannot eliminate them with bombs or chemical weapons, only your country will be destroyed. If only one remain then the whole fight have to start again.
There are no zombie free zones anywhere, they hide in deserted houses, canals and parks. If there is a place where you don't or cannot spread lavender zombies will be there at the next day. People live in threat and lavender is the most precious treasure of them, if you have a piece of soil you know your duty, you grown lavender there.
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