"What else could I possibly be saying, fellas?" he said to the two men. "Isn't it quite obvious that I am lost here?" "How did it happen?" one of the men in uniform asked. "I was aboard the Space B ship, that's all I can remember. I was sleeping in it. I think it capsized." "Goodness gracious!" exclaimed the other. "You are a Space B survivor? This is unbelievable. Can you believe this, Martins? This man is a Space B survivor." "That's amazing,” his colleague said. "But, can you tell us your story?" "I can,” he said, nodding. "But I think I am sick. Take me out of here first." "Oh, sure. Martins, let's get this man to a hospital. This is a miracle. How many days now?" "I have lost count. Let's just get him out of here." They all entered the helicopter and left the ground before he remembered his hyena. The two men laughed and asked if they should throw him down so he could go meet the dead animal. He shrugged and laughed too. Meanwhile, somewhere in Liberia, someone was also found dead with teeth marks on her neck. The police took her dead corpse to the hospital where doctors tried to analyse the teeth incisions to be able to decipher if it was a canine or something else that bit the neck of the woman. And the result of the analysis, to their maximum discomfort, showed the teeth marks belonged to something else. The doctors agreed the whole of humanity was in danger. But they became somewhat political with their findings and decided to keep the truth away from the masses. They believed chewing the curd of truth and regurgitating as much as they could would help buy them some time to ascertain the emotional aftertaste of the world when the news is eventually fed to them. Meanwhile, the two men succeeded in flying the castaway to a reputable hospital where he was taken care of as a Space B survivor, the government willing to interview him when the time was right. The nurses and doctors took good care of him, giving him drugs whenever was right. But something happened that left them fearing for their safety, something happened within the course of two days. Two nurses and a doctor were found dead with teeth marks on their necks. They consulted themselves and the government before it was announced on televisions worldwide that a certain virus was turning people into zomboids — humans that were zombie-like — and that the only known survivor of the Space B disaster turned into a zomboid and escaped the hospital where he was admitted after being rescued. And when people heard the news, they went mad with fear and anxiety. They simply didn't know how to live their lives anymore. But one thing was certain — they must find their ways to survive. Meanwhile, the "runaway zomboid" went to a fast car station and decided it was time to go home — and home he sped, hoping his memory remembers exactly what home looked like and that he doesn't turn into a zomboid, again, any time soon. On and on the fast car sped on its lane, fast and fast his growing nostalgia went. And he knew, somehow, anyhow, that the world had changed totally since he left home on a ship. And he knew, somehow, anyway, that he would either return home as a lost-but-found human or an unwanted zomboid. And at home, his clay replacement waited for him. Book your stay in colorado’s most haunted destination. blackmonarchhotel.com Secrets await...
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