This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Zombie Fever Quarantine Zone
Kota Tinggi, Malaysia
Tomas’ final glimpse of Abigail was bittersweet as the twin blades of the helicopter accelerated and the craft lifted away into the night sky. He was lying in a fetal-like position, trying to recover from the electric sting of the two barbs still lodged in his back. Using every ounce of strength he had left, he rose off the sticky tar roof and looked up at the helicopter, catching sight of Abigail one last time as she stared down at him through the round porthole.
The sound of the helicopter faded and then was gone.
There was a bang twenty yards to his right.
Turning slowly, he saw a horde of infected clawing and climbing over each other through the open door of the stairwell and lurching towards him, moaning in anticipation.
Tomas pivoted and ran in the opposite direction towards the edge of the four story shopping center, the flesh craving zombies on his heels. He leapt blindly off the side into the darkness, hoping beyond hope that something soft would break his landing.
But he didn’t get a chance to find out - his right leg catching, then getting entangled in a mess of power lines less than a floor down. Instead of violently hitting the pavement, he ended up bobbing upside down, caught up in the wires. Fortunately, the city’s power had been offline for the last two days and the electrical lines were dead.