Bobby Detrick Infamy (epub)

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.InfamyA Zombie Novelby Robert H DetrickPrologueUNN News reports disturbing riots, cannibalism in Tijuana, Mexico.We interrupt your regular scheduled program to bring you a live report with footage of a mass execution of citizens by Mexican government troops loyal to cartels on the U.S.- Mexico border.Earlier we showed you smoke rising from riots near the Plaza Pia Pico in central Tijuana, as Mexico officials told UNN sources that today’s ongoing fighting was in retaliation for recent attacks on the Mexican drug trade by both U.S.and Mexico officials.Mass casualties of soldiers and citizens have been reported.You are now looking at live scenes of smoke rising beyond an El Pollo Loco on Agua Caliente Boulevard, and also, the Paseo de los Heroes, very close to the Tijuana River.There are no reports of riots in San Diego.All U.S.borders with Mexico were closed as of noon today.What we are about to show you is disturbing.We warn viewers to use discretion.This footage was recorded just a few moments ago by Arturo Mendoza, of Tijuana, who was caught in the deadly fighting.He uploaded this video to our YouReport servers only moments ago.He tells us he is currently locked in a 7-11 convenience store with other Mexican nationals.He says they all fear for their lives.This is Mendoza’s horrific footage.The screams and cries you hear are real.The blood and carnage is unlike anything we’ve ever witnessed.As you can see, government troops and citizens alike are not only firing upon each other, but biting and eating their victims.[images: federale troops in uniforms shoot into a crowd.Citizens with guns fire on other citizens.A group of people break from the mob, running and limping.Though sprayed with bullets, they overpower some of the soldiers, biting and snapping jaws onto exposed flesh.A soldier’s neck spurts blood.Screaming people drip blood from their mouths, growl and vomit as they attack a man trying to run down the street.Two more crowds converge.Some people are on the ground, thrashing as they’re being torn inside-out.A screaming young girl is picked up by Arturo Mendoza.As he carries her she spits blood and tries to bite him.He throws the girl to the ground, runs and curses.The footage ends].Five hours later UNN News reports riots have spread.The world is in shock as widespread cannibalism and rioting has spread throughout Mexico and into Central and South America, including Honduras, Panama, Brazil, Argentina and Peru.Mexico President Melchor Guerrero, along with leaders throughout Latin America, has announced a State of Emergency.There has still been no official response from the White House.Within the hour UNN News reports a street drug may be related to cannibalism.Officials say a new kind of narcotic going by the street name Infamy could be the main cause for the mass hysteria and cannibalism.We will keep you posted as the situation unfolds.Chapter 1Dead RisingHere it comes again—the Super Mario theme song.Pulsating eight-bit music sends beep after mind-pounding beep against my eardrums, waking me yet again from a dream I can’t remember but still felt better than my reality.Takes me a minute to remember I left the television on all night from the chick-flick I was watching.Selfie for Sophia.I grimace at the fact that I watched it seven times with Kathy back when we were dating.Twenty-seven times since we broke up.I focus on the television.The sound is muted.News images show a lot of flames and riots somewhere.I think I see blood but I’m not sure.Everything’s kind of fuzzy.I answer the phone just before voicemail kicks in.My voice cracks like a thirteen-year-old virgin.“Hello?”“Seth? It's Kathy.” Her voice has a lot more hate in it than I can remember.Funny how two people can move so far beyond cooing lovingly in each other’s ears.“I know who this is.Never changed your ring tone,” I say.“This avoiding thing has gone on too long.”“Avoiding? I’ve been working my ass off.Thanks for waking me on my day off.”“It’s eleven.Your lazy ass should be up.”“Are you asking me back? Because I can wake up for that.”“You know what I want.”“I do?” I roll away from the television just as I see a phrase scroll across the UNN broadcast:Tijuana on high alert along with other Mexico border cities.San Diego threatened.Mexico City on lockdown.“Are you listening?” Kathy says.“I’m coming by to pick up the rest of my stuff.”“Don’t bother,” I say.“What do you mean, don’t? I need to get my shit.You’ve had it for months.”I really want to just hang up and go back to sleep.Just hearing her voice is depressing enough.I kind of still like having photos of her family on the walls.But she’s right.This is ridiculous, especially when I know hope is a losing cause.Why did I hang on for so long? No idea.Stupidity? False hope for make-up sex? I don’t have the heart to tell her I rendered her computer tablet useless while cracking it for some of the hardware.Better to just lie.“Thought you already came by and got your things,” I say.“I put them in a box and set it outside the door.”“How could I pick up a box when you didn’t tell me you put a box outside?”“I sent you a text.I think.Maybe someone stole your shit.”“You set my stuff outside and let someone just take off with it? Shit like this is why I left you.”I’m waking up now.She’s hissing and I can tell she isn’t ever coming back, even though I’ve been wallowing in self-pity over her.This is where I show some backbone.“Tell Carl I said good luck putting up with your sorry ass.”“You’re a dick, Seth.”Hitting End Call before that bitch can scream gives me a little satisfaction along with her freak-out over her stuff being gone.Truth is, I’m holding onto the rest of her shit as payback for cheating on me with Carl.Did I mention that asshole is my boss? We hate each other, but he needs me to finish building a website about videogames.I’m also integrating my blogging fanbase to it.I’m only sticking around because of the cash.No way I’m gonna sleep now.I throw on a bathrobe, stroll into the living room and grab a warm beer off the bar.It’s nestled among two-dozen other beer bottles and energy-drink cans.I might open the fridge, but sometimes it stops working when I pull on the door.Still manages to keep Hot Pockets frozen.I scan the living room for one of four game controllers lost in a sea of empty fast-food bags and dirty napkins.My hand swims around in the litter and hits against something plastic and sticky.There it is.I bring the controller up from the abyss covered in dried Dr.Pepper.After rubbing brown soda-goop on my bathrobe, I slip on my videogame headset.The opening scene of Zombageddon lights up the flatscreen [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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