Operation: DeadMan
Chapter-01: The first hour
“It’s all over. They are all dead. It’s all over. My life changed in a blink of an eye…”
31ST OCTOBER, 2025: 2:00 P.M
As I sat down to open the TV, I heard a knock on the door. My sister rushes to open the door expecting to see my dad since dad was supposed to come back early that day. When she opened that door, she witnessed something out of a horror movie. Stood there was a man who resembled my dad, but it wasn’t my father. It was no human at all.
Tall, pale skin, wrinkles in his face, one eye hanging from its socket like a rotten tomato hanging from the branch.
The only words that can describe that creature perfectly is “Zombie”. That vicious monster jumped at my sister the first chance he got. My sister screamed as that monster reached for her neck. Hearing her scream, my mother and I ran to see what happened. Without thinking, My mother pushed that zombie off my sister. She hugged her in relief as if she had found her soul back. But my sister… There was something off about her. She was twitching almost. Before I could realize what had happened, my sister chomped on my mom’s neck. Blood scattered on the floor. I screamed in absolute horror. But my throat got stuck. No words came out of my mouth. My words had been buried under my own fear, watching my sister and father tearing off flesh from my own dead mother.
The silence broke when the News Channel started blasting the same message over and over again. “Emergency! Emergency! All citizens must evacuate to safety immediately. A virus outbreak has begun. The Greater City of Dhaka has been put to quarantine. Please contact your local authorities for further details” The message repeated itself over and over again. Without thinking, I ran to my room. The zombies chased after me. I locked the door as fast as I could. I sat on the floor crying. My mind still couldn’t process what just happened. The question is what do I do now. I looked around the room searching for ways to escape. The only thing that stood in front of me was my balcony door. Should I jump? No! I’m at the 6th floor, no way I could survive that! I remember reading that jumpers during a house fire increase the death toll by a lot. My only choice of escape is through the main gate. I search for anything that could be used as a weapon.
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I opened the door slightly and threw a shaken bottle of coke with a loose cap onto the floor. The zombies quickly attacked the leaking bottle of coke. I came from behind and stabbed the closest zombie to me with a steel ruler. Turns out it was my father. The steel ruler went straight from the back of his neck out from his throat. My zombie sister sprinted towards me but I smashed her face with the thickest book I could find. She fell to the ground. I smashed her face over and over again with that book until she stopped moving. The thick cardboard corners of the book had cracked her skull open…but how? She wasn’t that frail and weak. Her skin had turned pale but her pupils were as dark as the night. When I glared at the darkness of her eyes, the darkness glared back at me. The only question that was playing at the back of my head was…Why did it hurt when I smashed my zombie sister’s head but not when I stabbed my zombie father. Did I love my sister more? No. The truth is way worse. The reason it didn’t hurt to stab my father was because the zombie no longer resembled my father. Is that really it? Facial recognition? Is that all it takes for one to decide who is family and who is not? As I looked at the corpse of my mother bathing in blood at the floor, I had realized that I just lost my only family in this world. I threw up in the floor. I can’t tell you the reason why but tears no longer came down my cheeks. I stood up. I had only one wish in mind. I didn’t want to lose the few people I love in this world. I have some friends to meet.