“I’ve got it! There’s something in human flesh.”
Vincent rolled his eyes. “There’s lots of things in human flesh. Protein, fat molecules....”
Steven kept on like he hadn’t heard the sarcasm in Vincent's voice. “That’s not all.”
“Enlighten me then.”
The amber liquid splashed against the vial in Stevens hand competing for attention with the broad smile on his face. “It’s us,” he said. “We are the cure.”
“What are you talking about man? Spit it out already.” The 20-hour shifts were getting to everyone. Ever since the breakout five days ago, they had been working almost non-stop to find a cure. At least they were safe for the time being.
Unfazed, Steven continued. “Something in the human flesh they’re consuming stops the replication …show more content…
If a substance in our bodies enables us able to fight off the zombie plague, then why is anyone turning in the first place? Why isn’t it killing off the plague before people turn?”
“I don’t know for sure without running more tests. Maybe there isn’t enough of whatever it is in our bodies naturally or maybe the act of ingesting it after the virus has taken over is the key.” Pausing to sip his coffee, Steven cursed as it spilled on his lab coat. Too much caffeine and excitement had his hands shaking. “Some people believe that devouring human flesh imbues the eater with the victim's life force giving them super strength and extra healing capacities.” He shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”
Steven pointed at the miserable figure in the cage. “The team brought this one in a few hours ago. They found him feasting on the body of a woman so chewed up they couldn’t identify her. He had even eaten her internal …show more content…
Waving his hand in Steven’s general direction, Vincent moved toward the cage.
Standing just out of reach of the cage, he struggled to understand the creatures mumbling. Even though he stood only a couple of feet away he could only make out a word or two. Frustrated, he put his head against the cage.
It moved incredibly fast. The creature’s long fingers wrapped around Vincents hair, leaving bits of skin and soft tissue in its wake. Vincent screamed and kicked not willing to believe this recently dead creature strong enough to hold him. The creature tightened its grip and Vincent felt chunks of hair being ripped from his scalp as the bones in his cheek crunched painfully against the bars of the cage. Warmth rushed down Vincent's leg and puddled at his feet. A low whimper escaped his lips as the creature's hand shot forward. He could hear Steven in the background yelling into a walkie talkie for security, knowing they couldn’t arrive in time to save him. Vincent thought of his mother and the wife he had hoped to find someday. Tears threatened, but before the first could fall he staggered back from the cage and landed on the floor several feet
Vincent rolled his eyes. “There’s lots of things in human flesh. Protein, fat molecules....”
Steven kept on like he hadn’t heard the sarcasm in Vincent's voice. “That’s not all.”
“Enlighten me then.”
The amber liquid splashed against the vial in Stevens hand competing for attention with the broad smile on his face. “It’s us,” he said. “We are the cure.”
“What are you talking about man? Spit it out already.” The 20-hour shifts were getting to everyone. Ever since the breakout five days ago, they had been working almost non-stop to find a cure. At least they were safe for the time being.
Unfazed, Steven continued. “Something in the human flesh they’re consuming stops the replication …show more content…
If a substance in our bodies enables us able to fight off the zombie plague, then why is anyone turning in the first place? Why isn’t it killing off the plague before people turn?”
“I don’t know for sure without running more tests. Maybe there isn’t enough of whatever it is in our bodies naturally or maybe the act of ingesting it after the virus has taken over is the key.” Pausing to sip his coffee, Steven cursed as it spilled on his lab coat. Too much caffeine and excitement had his hands shaking. “Some people believe that devouring human flesh imbues the eater with the victim's life force giving them super strength and extra healing capacities.” He shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”
Steven pointed at the miserable figure in the cage. “The team brought this one in a few hours ago. They found him feasting on the body of a woman so chewed up they couldn’t identify her. He had even eaten her internal …show more content…
Waving his hand in Steven’s general direction, Vincent moved toward the cage.
Standing just out of reach of the cage, he struggled to understand the creatures mumbling. Even though he stood only a couple of feet away he could only make out a word or two. Frustrated, he put his head against the cage.
It moved incredibly fast. The creature’s long fingers wrapped around Vincents hair, leaving bits of skin and soft tissue in its wake. Vincent screamed and kicked not willing to believe this recently dead creature strong enough to hold him. The creature tightened its grip and Vincent felt chunks of hair being ripped from his scalp as the bones in his cheek crunched painfully against the bars of the cage. Warmth rushed down Vincent's leg and puddled at his feet. A low whimper escaped his lips as the creature's hand shot forward. He could hear Steven in the background yelling into a walkie talkie for security, knowing they couldn’t arrive in time to save him. Vincent thought of his mother and the wife he had hoped to find someday. Tears threatened, but before the first could fall he staggered back from the cage and landed on the floor several feet