Behind aVeil of Darkness Book One
Dave Tyra
Behind a Veil of Darkness
Prolog
If you don't kill them, they learn. Yeah, I know, they're supposed to be on a sub-moronic level, but they learn. I've seen them with clubs, machetes, pieces of pipe, and primitive spears, don't try to tell me they are mindless, they're not! The worse thing is they don't quit as long as they can see you; they just keep coming until they collapse. Get out of their vision for a moment, or two and they will forget about you if they notice something, or someone else. Camouflage works if you are standing still and quiet, but no amount of camo helps if they see you moving. I've seen them give up a fresh victim in order catch another they see moving, why do you think it spread so fast? They seem to be vision oriented, but they respond to sound also. They don't feel pain, or maybe they do and it just pisses them off. If you don't hit a vital organ with your first attack go for the head immediately; in fact, don't even try a body shot, go for the head always. That bullshit about severing the spine at the base of the skull with a rifle, or pistol shot? Only in wet dreams my friend, maybe at close range with a shotgun, but are you willing to bet your life on it? You might be able to hit something that small at the rifle, or pistol range, but that paper target isn't running after you full speed and trying to eat your ass.
I've been alone quite a few times; on one level I prefer it, but on another, it's nice to have someone watch your back while you sleep. The first group I was with consisted of six of us at the beginning of the first night and one the next morning, me. I guess I was the only one who could deal with the steep learning curve. The second group consisted of twelve people and me, thirteen of us. There were seven women and six men and we lasted close to two weeks before the Big One, the quake. I'm sure most of them were killed, or infected, but some may have escaped, maybe. I did. It was touch and go for a while because I had to re-equip; something you have to do when you escape with nothing, but boxers. I haven't taken off my clothes to sleep since. The third group was good. Seven National Guard personnel, five men and two women trained as Military Police who were well equipped and armed. We were operating out of a high-rise building and when the attack came I was upstairs on the next floor using the facilities; we never used the toilets on the floor we occupied because we couldn't flush them. I'm not sure what happened, I heard shots, but too few and by the time I reached the staircase it was full of infected. I and one other person escaped down another stairway, but I returned days later even though the infected seem to have a habit of hanging around where they have made a successful kill. Their weapons and ammunition were too valuable.
We call them zombies. They're not really dead per se, but they may as well be. They are not your typical movie zombies, you know, the ones that stumble slowly around and moan? God, I wish they were. They are fast, strong, fearless, and they just won't quit coming. So, if they are as deadly as I say, why am I still alive while so many have died? Good question; let me start at the beginning.
We call them zombies. They're not really dead per se, but they may as well be. They are not your typical movie zombies, you know, the ones that stumble slowly around and moan? God, I wish they were. They are fast, strong, fearless, and they just won't quit coming. So, if they are as deadly as I say, why am I still alive while so many have died? Good question; let me start at the beginning.