The Year of the Zombies |Year 2036: Fion|

My last act before being politely dismissed or more accurately, promptly fired, is to hastily create the second modification of the virus and take home multiple samples. I modified it in the lab to spread from person to person more successfully, evolve and replicate faster, and to cross the blood-brain barrier, so now the virus can now affect the brain and central nervous system. The only way this could be safe was to make the virus extremely feeble in its symptoms and effects. The threat of it crossing the blood-brain barrier is enough to cause a health scare. Many repetitions of injecting the second strain into myself confirmed that everything was working well, and so I was ready to in essence, poison the well.

I have tested the water quality of Beninsprout using all types of water quality and virus tests and the water quality is frankly terrible. Indicating a lack of resources and care spent on safety processes and equipment, but there is still not enough negligence that any normal virus would get through at a high enough frequency for damages. My virus, on the other hand, has been created to surpass water purification from the start. The greatest threat here is the use of a UV sterilizer to inactivate a virus, but I’ve given my virus a protective structure, which is highly resistant that I’ve artificially selected, protein capsids. This stupid company stands no chance. They basically bottle tap water from a public water source such as a lake or river. These sources are monitored by the government, but with so much area and sources to choose from it was easy to find one that was locally accessible and reserved for only Beninprout’s use. Unknown to everyone, I dropped a few virus time bomb capsules that would open in early December just in time to sink Beninsprout’s fourth quarter financial statements that’ll come out in January. The capsules dissolve shortly after opening, leaving little evidence.

What is this online article? Fidgeting and slightly lazy, I’ve been browsing medical news seated at my desk. An anonymous report detailing my first virus? Choosing to be anonymous? What a coward. No, that’s being careful. I’m starting to feel feverishly excited. This paper is quite deviously accurate in its assumptions that it is just a prototype virus. I honestly can’t believe that anyone is on to me. It is obvious; this is acting as a bounty with my face on it or a declaration of war. HahaAha. I have a determined enemy. Try me all you want. Do what you can to stop me, hero with no name. I am steps ahead and I can see the whole chess board with pieces in play that you don’t even know exist. Continue being a middling scientist; your discoveries have to come a monumental way before they concern me. No wait, I can’t stop yet. This report is public. You have to know that it could easily make its way to me. A terrible loss of advantage and surprise unless you are withholding crucial information. The situation has to be that this no name is setting a trap using this internet post as information warfare. If you had succeeded, then you would have convinced me of their false progression, giving me either false relief or confidence that I am ahead. So you are playing my game, and you are keeping in tune. I do need to know more about you first before I adjust my approach and decisively make my move.

I’ll show you the distance between us. The things that you could never know stuck as a man of flesh. While I am made from sacrifice and steel machinery. I am sure right now that you are slacking off, still celebrating Christmas and then the New Year with your family or coworkers. Hear me enemy. Do you know that this new year is meant to be the year of the snake according to the lunar calendar? Well, for me, this new year will be the year of the zombies. HahaAhaa. I run my left hand feeling over the contrast between my hard metal and soft body. I’ll make it the year of the zombies for everyone.