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long before she encountered the dead first hand...
    The general, six-feet tall, with broad shoulders keeled over in his soon to be withdrawn green uniform. Within minutes of his collapse and cessation of breathing, an eye opened on his contorted face. His electronic security tags opened the security locks and he made his way to the surface of the underground bunker.
    The guard didn’t stop him at the last checkpoint door, putting the general’s sluggish walk down to tiredness or maybe the result of a few too many drinks. The general’s head rose quickly as the guard’s cheek and tongue was torn from his face. Then all hell broke loose as the general’s security tags opened the outer doors, letting in tens of the vile and ugly creatures who stumbled over each other as they burst their way in.
    Bullets were only useful if the brain was destroyed or severed from the spinal cord. However, these creatures evidently fragile depending on their state of decay and despite having a poor sense of balance were relentless.
    Jayne knew this information inside out, reading carefully the news briefs and watching horrifying web footage during conference meetings.
    She vividly remembered her escape . It was horrifying as she slipped through the closing bunker doors.
    “You’re too important!” stated one of the project supervisors holding back the dead as the doors sealed. It was the moment that had saved Jayne from the same fate as her now deceased work friends, family and thousands of countless others. Thoughts of 72’s failed field tests were far from her mind, as Jayne used all her survival skills to her advantage she had escaped from the death-infested base with her Italian gun. She ran from the bunker with the dark, ominous, brooding heavens hanging over her as she darted and weaved past the gruesome human shells. But one thing was cemented in her mind and that was the static electricity that the dead gave off as she brushed past them and at that moment she realised the importance of 77DP and how close she had come.
     
    At first light, the sky was a pale orange and dew covered the town. Through the ghostly mist, a Jayne appeared in the centre of the street dressed in tatty green army combat clothes, armed with a M4 carbine firearm. Like an extra from an action film, Jayne Reed entered the ominous and eerie town of Farmore. She passed an empty church that was now missing its large oak doors, the sun glinting through the stained glass causing a wonderful display of colours on the damp reflective floor within.
    The turf to a semi-detached house were overgrown with weeds taking control over the once perfect lawn. She walked up the path now covered with wild flower and entered the modest size house, which had been long since abandoned. A smell of damped lingered in the air and whilst everything looked in its place there was a layer of dust that had settled over everything. Crossing the hallway, she walked into the spacious living room and picked up a framed photo as she placed down her rifle. She sat on a nearby leather seat, sending dust particles into the air. Wiping the photo with her sleeve, she allowed herself the smallest smile as she recalled the day it was taken; it was of her and her parents in Paris. The street sellers and other tourists surrounded them as they stood in front of the base of the Eiffel Tower. Knowing it was unlikely they escaped she knew they would have succumbed to death, victims of the pandemic, her smile turned to tears as she allowed herself to grieve for her loss, shuddering she glanced up at the blood-smudged bay window. It was an instant reminder that she wasn’t safe; she snatched up her gun and walked back out into the street. She was exhausted and at the end of her tether. The people and place she had once loved was now hollow and empty. Why ? She asked herself. A hopeless thought of revenge came over her and 77DP always lingered in the forefront of her mind, it bothered her it was untested.
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