Infection Z (Book 5) Read online

  Infection Z 5

  Ryan Casey

  Contents

  Bonus Content

  Previous Infection Z Books

  INFECTION Z: 5

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter Z

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  Infection Z 5 is the fifth book in the Infection Z series.

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  INFECTION Z: 5

  Chapter One

  Martha never liked letting her daughter down, especially after all the horrible things that poor girl had been through already.

  But sometimes, just sometimes, those moments in life arrived where you were left with no real choice but to put your priorities on hold. Where you had to walk away from the people you cared about most, just for a few moments, as hard as it was to do.

  If what Martha heard was true, then this was one of those moments. This was absolutely one of those moments.

  She looked over at the door of her house. She’d been living in here for three months, ever since her arrival at New Britain. A decent little two-bedroom place where she and Amy were happy together. At least, she thought Amy was happy. It was hard to tell whether a ten-year-old kid was happy at all or not. Hard to know whether you were getting things right or wrong.

  Didn’t help that they were living amidst the backdrop of a zombie apocalypse, either.

  But Amy seemed okay. She seemed to be coping.

  And in the end, that’s all Martha could ask for.

  “I won’t be long,” Martha said, walking across the wooden floorboards towards Amy.

  Amy’s head was lowered. Her dark hair had grown right out over her ears. She always had her hair shorter, but she seemed to be enjoying the change living in this place. Couldn’t blame the kid. “I thought you said we were making pancakes.”

  Martha put a hand on her shoulder. “And we will. I won’t be long. I promise you.”

  “You said we could make pancakes because we missed pancake day this year. You promised.”

  Martha bit her lip. She didn’t like telling Amy off. Didn’t like giving her a hard time. After all, the girl had been through a lot. She’d seen people die. Watched people get torn to pieces right in front of her. It was only natural for her to be a little ill-behaved.

  It was just hard to know how to discipline a child who’d been brought up in this world.

  Martha crouched opposite Amy. She took her small, warm hands in hers. “Look at me.”

  Amy didn’t look.

  “Amy, please. Look at your mum.”

  After a few moments’ hesitation, Amy lifted her head. Her eyes were a rich shade of brown. Whenever Martha looked at her daughter, she saw Newbie staring back at her. It used to scare her at first, seeing her ex-husband. The father that’d never really got a chance to bond with his daughter.

  “Mummy’s got to check on something really important,” Martha said. Her lips tingled when she said the words. The memory of the note she’d received through the door while she was taking a shower replayed in her mind, the excitement engulfed her to the core.

  “Why can’t I come?”

  Martha smiled. She stroked the side of her daughter’s arm. She always had been a skinny kid, but she actually seemed to be putting on some weight since reaching this place. Putting on weight at the end of the world. That had to be a positive. “You don’t want to come down to the labs, do you? I know how boring you find it down there.”

  Amy tilted her head from side to side like she was weighing up Martha’s question.

  “Anyway, if you stay here and keep an eye on the house, Mummy might just bring something back for you.”

  Amy’s eyes lit up. “What like?”

  Martha smiled. “Ahh, well we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

  She had no clue really. She wondered when Amy would reach the age when she realised that false promises were just that: false. Improvised.

  “I’ll be back in an hour, tops. And hopefully… hopefully with some good news.”

  “Good news?”

  Martha’s stomach tingled. She re-read the words on that note in her mind. If it was true…

  No. She couldn’t believe it was true. Not until she saw for herself.

  She smiled back at her daughter. “It’s part of the surprise.”

  And then she walked over to Amy, kissed her on the head, and walked over to her front door.

  “What if the zombies get inside?”

  Martha stopped turning the handle. Amy’s mention of the zombies made her heart sink. “We’ve spoken about this.”

  “But what if they get in this time?”

  “Amy, they can’t get in here, sweetheart—”

  “But in my dream they—”

  “Your dreams aren’t real,” Martha said. She realised her words sounded sterner than she’d intended. But she had to be a little hard on Amy. She’d been paranoid about the zombies getting inside the walls of New Britain ever since they’d got here. They’d had minor incidents, sure, but they mostly concerned people going out on scouting missions, or funny turns while standing at the top of the wall.

  But there hadn’t been any cases of zombies getting inside the walls.

  None whatsoever.

  “One hour,” Martha said. “Maybe not even that. Then I’ll be back. And remember what I told you to do if anything does happen?”

  Amy lowered her head. “Hide under my bed.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  She went back over to her daughter, kissed her on the head.

  Then she walked to the door and stepped out into the fresh July air.

  Stepping out into New Britain was always a peculiar experience, even three months after arriving here.

  She walked down the steps of her house and onto the road. On either side of the road, there were more houses. Terraced houses. In front of them, gardens. In the windows, there were toys. In some windows, people. People living normal lives. People sitting outside sipping gla
sses of water, bottles of beer. The sound of laughter from children playing in their backyards, kicking footballs against the walls. The smell of barbeques sizzling in the distance.

  A normal life. A normal existence.

  If it wasn’t for the walls around them, towering above, constantly reminding them of their cocooned existence.

  Martha hurried down the street. She wasn’t sure how long ago the note had been pushed under her door exactly. But she knew she didn’t want to wait any longer to find out if those words were true. She saw a neighbour, Fred, open his front door and step out. He waved at her, started to say something, but Martha just turned and pretended she hadn’t seen him. She didn’t want to be rude to Fred. Didn’t want to make out he’d offended her or anything like that.

  She just wanted to get to the labs.

  Fast.

  She walked past the memorial garden. And when she looked at it, she saw people sitting on the grass eating picnics. She saw all signs of life.

  And then she saw Hayden’s memorial right in the middle.

  The memorial to the man who liberated New Britain. Who sacrificed himself to prove to these people that there was another way of life—a better way of life.

  Martha caught herself smiling.

  What if?

  What if the note was true?

  What would it mean?

  She reached the doors to the labs. The building itself wasn’t as fancy as you might expect a “lab” to be. She climbed the steps. And as she moved up them, she remembered what Amy said to her.

  “What if the zombies get inside?”

  For some reason, it made Martha’s skin crawl. It made her think back to Riversford, and their time spent surviving. It made her think of when Daniel and his people arrived dressed in black suits, crosses around their necks, with those looks of confidence and certainty.

  It made her think of the box…

  She knew the contents of the box were special all along. She knew they meant something. But there’d still been uncertainty about her discovery.

  After all, how was one supposed to react to what she’d seen?

  She stepped inside the labs. Walked towards the first door on her right. The receptionist, Jenna, nodded at her as she entered, like she was already expecting her.

  Martha picked up her pace. Her heart pounded. She could feel her pulse bobbling in her throat.

  She remembered what she’d seen when Daniel opened that box.

  A zombie. Strapped down. Groaning. Trying to writhe its way out.

  And, at first, Martha hadn’t understood what she was looking at. She hadn’t understood what it meant. What any of it meant.

  Not until Daniel told her who this man was.

  At that moment, everything changed.

  Martha turned right. She stepped through the next set of double doors and powered down the corridor. She knew she was close, now. She knew she was getting closer by the second.

  And all this time, she’d wondered if she was mad. If she was completely insane. If all of their studies were going to waste.

  She went to walk through the next door when she bumped right into Daniel.

  “Martha,” Daniel said. His smile was wide; even wider than that day they’d first met. He was tall and dressed in that same priest-like outfit that he always liked to wear. He smelled of aftershave.

  “Is it true?”

  Daniel’s smile widened. “See for yourself.”

  Martha walked past Daniel. She held her breath. Her heart raced, her mind spun. Part of her wasn’t sure what she was going to see. A part of her wasn’t even sure she wanted to see what she was going to see. Because life in New Britain was good. People were happy.

  But this…

  If it was true, this changed everything.

  She turned the corner. Looked through the glass.

  When she saw the scene in front of her, she almost collapsed to her knees.

  The memories came flooding back. The memories of that zombie strapped down in the box. Only recently turned. Only a few hours infected.

  But this…

  Martha put a hand to the glass and stared into the room, over to the bed.

  She saw the memories in her mind again. The memories of Daniel lifting the syringe. The memories of him pressing it to the back of the zombie’s neck, injecting it with something.

  And then the memories of the zombie slowing down.

  The memories of its eyes fading even more than they already had.

  The memories of it stopping.

  And then a light illuminating in the zombie’s eyes.

  No. Not the zombie’s eyes.

  The man’s eyes.

  That man didn’t last long. He didn’t survive long after the reversal of his infection. His wounds were too bad. And that turned out the case for everybody. To be infected, you had to have a wound. You had to have enough of the infection running through your bloodstream in a high enough concentration for the reversal to work.

  They had the news. They had the cure. Accidental. A combination of an initial dose of the virus, amongst many other antibiotics and natural antibodies. The combined efforts of months of pre-infection research from Daniel, his team of scientists.

  They had a vaccination.

  But they hadn’t been able to turn anyone long enough for them to stay alive.

  They hadn’t been able to turn anyone because the wounds always killed them in the end.

  And they especially hadn’t been able to turn anyone who had been infected a long, long time ago.

  Not until now.

  “He’s… he’s awake,” Martha said.

  Daniel put a hand on her shoulder. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, he is.”

  Martha stared through the glass, Daniel by her side.

  Hayden McCall turned his head and looked right into her eyes.

  Chapter Two

  Three months later…

  Hayden held the rifle and stared over the wall, hoping today would be uneventful.

  The mid-autumn sun shone down on New Britain. It was late afternoon, and those afternoons were getting shorter and shorter very rapidly. Soon enough, winter would be here. The survivors of the infection would be approaching their one-year anniversary.

  An anniversary that confirmed one harrowing truth to them.

  That they were alone.

  They were completely alone.

  Hayden looked into the distance. He was so used to this view. Perhaps he’d get a change of scenery when they completed construction of the new tunnel. But for now, it was the same as ever. The sun shining on the landscape made the entire scene look rather beautiful, rather serene. He could see empty roads. He could see trees swaying in the cool October breeze. Outside the walls of New Britain, there was complete silence, and that reassured him somewhat. Made him feel at peace. Totally at ease.

  But every time his thoughts switched back on and he remembered exactly where he was, Hayden’s stomach turned.

  The memories of being out there. Out there in the real world. The world outside these walls.

  The horrors that the outside world brought.

  And as he stood there, holding his gun and waiting for the small scouting group of New Britainers to step out of the gates, keeping an eye out for any potential threats from the trees on the left, the road up ahead, Hayden felt like he was back in his first floor flat all over again, right on that very first day of the infection.

  Looking out his window at the outside world. At a dangerous, terrifying world. A world he didn’t want to face up to.

  He tightened his grip on the rifle. Three months here had trained him well enough to be able to use one of these things much more confidently than before. Three months had trained him for a lot of things, in truth. Mostly for adapting to having needles shoved in his arm every damned week. To adapt to the sensation of never truly being energised or well.

  But hell. He supposed that was a small price to pay for being brought back from the dead.

 
“How’s it looking up there, pal?”

  Hayden heard a voice from down below. He didn’t want to look away from his guard, but he figured he had to, in the name of politeness.

  When he looked to the bottom of the towering ladder, he saw Michael Bailey staring up at him, smile on his face. A white bandage was wrapped around his arm.

  “Looking as shitty as ever,” Hayden called. “How’s the arm?”

  “All good, thanks to you. Felt a bit queasy at first, but hey. If I’m being immunised, I’m being immunised. Got to do what we’ve got to do, right?”

  Hayden saw the smile on Michael’s face. He saw the adoration in his eyes. And he couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride. A weird sense of pride, but one all the same. Michael had been immunised. He’d been injected with Hayden’s blood—hence the damned bastardly bruising on Hayden’s forearms—and he’d been immunised.

  “Well I just hope you’re cool wandering around with AIDS now,” Hayden shouted.

  Michael’s face dropped. Just for a split second, but long enough for Hayden to see some uncertainty.

  “Just messing with you.”

  “Oh,” Michael said. He let out a nervous laugh. “Joker. Had me for a minute there. Absolute joker.”

  He chuckled and walked off. Hayden shook his head and turned back to the outside. Was Michael mad? The vast majority of people inside New Britain already immunised and he really thought Hayden was handing out AIDS?

  Hayden saw the group of five leaving the front of the wall. He sat. Now was just a case of watching and making sure everything went to plan. There wasn’t any real purpose for him anymore. Not with the bonus effect of the immunisation.

  The effect which Hayden could see in front of him right now.

  The party of five, out on supply and search runs, were right in Hayden’s line of sight. But there was something to their left, too. Something moving towards them.

  Infected.

  Hayden turned his gun to the infected. He watched them step closer and closer to the group of survivors. He felt knotting in his stomach, tasted something sickly in his mouth as the wind blew a stench of decay in his direction. He still didn’t like seeing those things. Even though they pretty much owned the world out there right now, and probably forever, and even with the benefits of the immunisation, Hayden still didn’t like seeing them.