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days. He liked to move from town to town with his gang, Rawlings Marauders, but Chilliwack was usually his main home when he wasn’t out dealing drugs across the province of B.C. The drug trade paid good money, and while he started out just selling marijuana, he was now dealing coke and heroin too. He stretched out his legs under the bar seat and took another long pull on his beer. Jake was thirty-five with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. He always wore his favorite black boots and well-worn jeans. Today he wore a faded Harley Davidson muscle shirt that showed off his big arms, as well as the various tattoos he had. He was the typical bad boy, and he was proud of that fact.
    Soon, I’ll be a big player around here. I got those contacts in the States now. They’ll end up callin’ me boss before long! “Hey Stan, pop another cap for me will ya, my beer is almost empty. Be quick about it, I need alcohol,” he said to the bartender across from his table.
    “Coming right up. Jake,” said Stan.
    Jake’s gang provided Stan’s bar with good money, so he knew better than to question what Jake wanted or to piss him off in any way. Things were tight all over with the virulent flu virus, and Stan was just happy to actually have some customers. Jake and a few of his biker buddies populated the otherwise deserted bar. In the corner, another man rested his head on the table and occasionally raised his sweat-soaked head every so often. He coughed after taking a slug from a whiskey, then passed out.
    That dude has had too much to drink. Come to think of it, so have I, but who gives a fuck. Not much to do with profits as low as they are right now. Fuck this flu, taking away all my customers. “Christ, Stan your bar is fuckin’ dead today, there’s no chicks or nothin’ in here. How’s a guy supposed to get laid? Turn on the TV or somethin’, cause I’m frikken bored, bordy, bored. I shoulda’ stayed with blondie back at the club, at least I’d be getting some action right about now.”
    “Sure, not much on though, all flu talk now.”
    “Geez, man. Would everyone fuck the flu already.”
    The station interrupted the regular programming with breaking news from a news helicopter from high above Vancouver General Hospital. He had been there once when he lived in Vancouver a few years back for a knife wound he got in a bar. Around the hospital, he could see several fires burning, as well as people staggering around like they were in some sort of daze.
    “Hey, Jake. Things sure look fucked up there, eh?” said Vance, one of his biker buddies in the bar.
    “What is this shit? Looks like there was a war there or somethin’.” Jake drained another mouthful of the beer.
    “Large portions of VGH are now on fire. It can only be described as total chaos,” said the helicopter pilot. “We are getting reports from around the province, as well as many other areas of the country and indeed the world. Flu patients have suddenly and mysteriously died. They have come back to life and are attacking the living. Do not approach anyone with the flu. Authorities are trying to come to grasp with the crisis, but it appears to be escalating. Stay inside, and don’t go out. Report to the authorities if anyone you know has the flu.”
    Jake watched the helicopter fly towards a mass of people that staggered around like they were in a daze or high on drugs. Some of them were covered in blood or had ripped clothing. One person appeared to have half their head missing with the brains clearly exposed. The helicopter flew by and made another turn to go back towards the hospital. The fires belched more black smoke in the distance. As the helicopter went over once again, the group of people appeared to be kneeling down and pulling the guts out of someone else and chewing on them.
    Jake put his beer down. “The fuck? What the hell is that? Hey, Vance you check out that guy, he was missing half his flipin’ head. How does a person walk