CHAPTER 3
ââ¦Reports in of further deaths around the South of England, evacuations are still underway and yet very little information is still being released..â
Bodies were being pressed so closely up against my own that I was finding it hard to breathe, I wasnât sure if it was because of the lack of air or the mess which had suddenly become my life. Only hours ago Iâd been walking to school, worrying about the rain and the impending Psychology lesson. Now, I was stood in a crowded pub with my family, surrounded by people frantically crying on phones trying contact people they loved. All I could understand was that some kind of virus was spreading around my home and I had no idea how safe we were.
I was terrified.
Not just for me or my family, but for my friends. For the people I loved, for the families of the people around me. I was scared for the mailman who sent me a smile every morning, scared for the boy in my maths class who Iâd been so sure would become the next Einstein. The world as I knew it was crumbling yet I still had no idea why or even if it was as bad as people were making out. I knew nothing, and it was frustrating me to the point of tears. The sound of the TV humming in the background was the only thing I could focus on, the room descending into a hush as new reports came in sparsely.
â...We can report so far that around fifty people have been killed by this mystery virus; the names of victims cannot be confirmed at this time. The whole of the South East of England has been completely closed off and all evacuees are being brought to the North of England though the reasons are still unclear. More reports as they come inâ.
âWhy is nobody fucking explaining anything!â an angry and clearly drunk man growled as he slammed his drink onto the bar. His words brought on a sea of anger as further people began to yell over one another, cursing whoever they could. I wasnât surprised when I felt myself being yanked out of the front doors along with my brothers, I was surprised however when I noticed the darkening of the sky as I was pushed into the open air â my father caught me looking.
âItâs half sevenâ he muttered, massaging his forehead.
âWhatâs going on?â My mother breathed quietly to my father, leaning her head on his shoulder. Selfishly, I lifted Joel into my arms again to have someone to hold onto. It only took a few minutes before he was asleep, cradled with his head resting on the inside of my elbow, snoring softly. I wished I could join him.
âCar?â Lucas asked, frowning like my father.
âCarâ my mother repeated, glancing towards Dad. He nodded with a small and quite obviously false smile, signalling for us to follow him.
***
I couldnât figure out how, but somehow Iâd managed to fall asleep in the cold, cramped backseat of the car with my head on Lucasâ shoulder and my feet leaning on the back of my mothersâ seat. It wasnât a surprise to me then when I awoke with horrible cramps all over my body, the pain only intensified  by the fact I was jolted awake to the sound of a crashing noise outside the car. It almost sounded as though the crashing was coming from the car itself.
âCould you open the door, please!â a masculine voice penetrated my ears as a pair of fists started hammering on my fatherâs window. He woke with a start only seconds after me which triggered us all to jolt into life in unison, blearily making eye contact with one another. It was only Lucas who looked as though he was already alert and I wondered if heâd slept at all.
âLet me in, please sir!â the shouting continued as a young man with dark hair continued to slam his fists against the glass.
âStop, I have kids in here!â my father yelled out the window, his fist clenched threateningly. Surely, the young guy stopped hitting the window and seemed to stop and compose himself for a minute before guiltily rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, looking as though he couldnât quite believe his actions.
âI have money, sir, a lift would be appr-'
âNo roomâ my father growled, shoving his keys in the ignition.
âFuck, sir⦠I'm sorry for making you jump but you can't leave me here to die!' He groaned quietly into his hands, crouching to the floor as if he was having trouble standing, wavering slightly on his feet.
âDad?â I whispered quietly, not sure what I even wanted to say. My mother was leaning over to try and push her foot on the accelerator but Dad pushed her foot easily to the side and spoke loud enough for the guy to hear.
âWhat do you mean, âleave you to dieâ? He asked authoratively in his âdoctor voiceâ.
âHave you been living under a rock?â the guy asked in a genuinely curious voice, moving back into a standing position âitâs a matter of time, you need to leave this placeâ.
âAll the drama is down south, weâre fineâ my Dad narrowed his eyes towards the stranger.
âYouâre wrongâ the guy quickly responded, shaking his dark hair out of his young face which exposed the fact he looked barely older than Lucas and was noticeably handsome, âAll that shit is moving up here, I promise you. I got on the internet on my phone for a few minutes, a news reporter was someplace in Letchworth and something just⦠attacked him. Itâs spreading, please, I'm just asking you to give me a chanceâ. He was speaking much more sincerely now and his initial panic had passed, putting me much more at ease.
âYouâre lyingâ Lucas growled, leaning forward in his seat, âHow do we know you arenât some murderer out for the car, or the money, or even my fucking sist-â
âCome on, I swear!â he cried, looking frustrated, âScouts honour or whatever the code is, havenât you seen the news?â
âCan you show me the footage you saw?â Dad asked calmly, his voice smooth.
âIf I can get a ride with you an-â
âShow meâ he said again, this time his voice had a very dangerous undertone which Iâd only heard once; when I snuck into the house in the early hours of the morning. Granted, he had not been pleased. Stealing a glance towards Joel, I sighed in relief at the realisation heâd fallen straight back asleep; the boy could sleep through a hurricane.
âHereâ the guy muttered, handing Dad his phone, âI managed to save it, my battery is practically dead thoughâ. His phone looked high-tech with an unusually large screen which just made it easier for my mum, Lucas and I to crane our necks until we could see.
A fuzzy image of a man in a grey suit blurrily appeared on the screen, pixelated with distorted sound. The image was moving slowly, lagging horribly but it was still easy to make out what was happening. I couldnât decipher his words but he was talking directly to the camera, gesturing to a woman who was frantically crying. The sound on the phone began to amplify as shrieks muffled his voice, getting louder and louder as a blurred shadow began to get closer and closer to the reporter. Before I even had time to exhale, the blurred figure was on top of him, sending the camera to the floor as it began to focus on the scene unfolding. Our father pulled the phone away from my eyes just a little too late. Iâd already seen the camera focus on a middle aged womanâs disfigured and bloody face, as she closed in on the reporter. Iâd already seen her arms flailing wildly as she went careering into him. Iâd already seen her teeth sink into his neck, ripping out his flesh until he lay limp on the ground and stared towards the camera, towards me.
Iâd already seen too much.
Everybody else seemed to be choking on the silence in the same way I was. Nobody spoke a word till the guy outside began to talk again, his voice much calmer than before.
âSorry you had to find out like this'.
âWhatâs your name?â Dad asked him quietly through the window.
âKeithâ he replied, hope giving his eyes a glint of light.
âWhat do you know?â
âA bitâ he replied, âI can tell you everything I know, I just need a ride. All my relatives are abroad, I'm just trying to stay alive for themâ he said, locking eyes with me, a tense gaze I couldn't seem to break.
âGet inâ.
âWhat?â Lucas and I cried in unison. There was definitely some kind of inhuman, insane nightmare happening only hours away from us and our Dad was willing to let some smooth talking stranger into our car?
âTrust himâ Mum spoke, nodding to us through the rear view mirror. It was hard to trust her own words though, when she looked just as unsure as we felt.
âThereâs no roomâ Lucas spoke determinedly, making brief eye contact with Keith who now looked completely gutted. His expression actually made my stomach lurch a little, there was no obvious reason why we should just leave him at the side of the road. He seemed lost, like a puppy who needed to find his way home. He was in the same position as us, wasnât he? Just a young guy who wanted to keep safe. There was something about the way his emerald eyes pierced mine as he looked my way, not breaking contact for what seemed like forever. He had that look of familiarity about him and in the strangest moment of deja vu, I felt like I knew him.
âJoel can sit on my lapâ I suggested, hoping I wouldnât regret it.
âHarley!â Lucas snapped, a look in his eyes which said I was betraying him. I didnât have the energy to fight or feel guilty though, I knew we were doing the right thing and after a few seconds, Lucasâ face fell as he realised the same thing.
âYou can sit next to me, but if you have whatever that... thing.. is, Iâm kicking you straight out of the carâ he muttered grudgingly.
âSureâ Keith laughed. The sound of locks clicking broke the quiet as I tried to shift Joel onto my lap without waking him. Luck was on my side as he only stirred, and Keith slipped into his old seat.
âYouâll tell us what you know while I driveâ Dad said as his pushed on the accelerator.
***
We learned that Keith was a nineteen year old school dropout who worked in Sainsburyâs by night. Heâd apparently heard news stories in the staff room and spent the next morning and night walking through various towns, trying to find any information he could, believing truth in the rumours. He apologised for acting crazily outside the car, but said he was sleep deprived and irate â nobody else would help him and it had been totally out of character to batter a car to get somebody's attention - he managed to make me laugh as he joked about it though, setting my mind more at ease. Through his story, I realised how drawn I was to this stranger with his wicked smile, truthful words and quick wit but I still wanted the answers he hadnât yet given to us and I still felt intimidated and worried by his presence. He was a stranger and right now, strangers were daunting, no amount of humour would change that.
âYou said you knew what was happening? My mother questioned, craning her neck to send him a half-smile.
âI doâ he sighed, âSorry, Iâm ranting. I donât know much more than anyone else, but you guys have hit unlucky, youâre being kept out of the loopâ.
âTell me about itâ Lucas muttered.
âIâve heard a few different stories but the one that cropped up the most allegedly started in a lab as the cure for an illness; probably AIDS or cancer or something. The scientists managed to keep it quiet for months, working behind everyoneâs backs to make some kind of chemical cure. They tested it on animals with no luck, so I heard they roped in some test subjects to try it on and all hell broke looseâ.
âHow so?â I asked quietly.
âWell, this was all happening in some containment centre in London so they thought they were pretty safe. Apparently though, they got everything all messed up. They injected the subjects with their cure and thatâs when it all went manic. They went crazy, biting and clawing at the scientists until they were dead. By this point, a bunch of people ran in to help but it was too lateâ.
âThey all died?â Dad asked, his eyes still on the road.
âWell, the scientists did. The people who came to help started messing with the bodies, shaking them and trying to wake them up, basically. I guess they thought that was the end of it, but a week later, this week, those guys werenât themselves anymoreâ.
âDid they get the virus?â Lucas frowned, âI thought they only handled the bodies?â
âThey didâ Keith began solemnly, âBut they must have handled them a little too much cause one of the guys went crazy and killed his wife and the other one went mad and killed his children too. Pretty soon, this was happening all over, most of the cases started cropping up yesterdayâ.
âShitâ Mum breathed, âShitâ.
âHow do you know all this?â My father asked, clearly still seeming reluctant to believe any of it.
âMy friend was killed by it, he was on the phone to me at the timeâ Keithâs voice cracked as he spoke, attempting to cough back grief which I was sure he didn't want us to see. Lucas surprised me and awkwardly patted Keith on the shoulder, receiving a gracious nod back before he continued, âI tried to warn people but not many believed me. I guess they must now though. The scientist story, itâs just a rumour but itâs the rumour Iâve heard the most. I guess nobody really knows how it started but it has to be something like thatâ.
âBut illnesses and viruses, they make people weakâ I said slowly, trying to collect my thoughts as the words left my mouth, âThat video... the woman was going crazy, acting like a cannibalâ I trailed off, my mind frenzied with the images again, causing my heart to beat erratically.
âThatâs what I donât understandâ Dad said, his voice strained, âIt canât just be a âvirusâ or âinfectionâ, from what weâve been told and based on that video, I can only gather that... well honestly, I donât even know. All I can see is that it affects the brain in a way Iâve never seen before but weâll know nothing for sure until we speak to someone in authority. Until then we wonât panic, we wonât worry, we just keep drivingâ.
It was hard to concentrate on his words when I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, constricting my breathing till I was sure I would die on the spot. I couldnât comprehend any of what he was saying, what Keith had said, it was just words, and I just couldnât feasibly imagine what he was saying actually happening.
âAre we safe?â I asked anyone who would answer me. My mother and father both said âyesâ at the same time Lucas and Keith said ânoâ, all sounding sure with their answer.
âPerfectâ I muttered before closing my eyes and inhaling the scent from Joelâs hair. It was the only familiar thing I could feel at the moment, everything else seemed so foreign, so daunting. There was something going on outside our little bubble which was the car, something I wasnât fully understanding and I was sure I wouldnât ever fully understand. These things werenât meant to happen, it was like being trapped in a storybook without actually knowing what the hell was going on, a twisted fairy-tale without an ending.
The man from earlier had mentioned Rabies - I vaguely remembered crossing it in my biology class but honestly, I really didnât think Iâd need the information. I guess now I did, now maybe I needed all the useless information Iâd picked up along the paths of my life. Why hadnât I bloody listened? Why had I spent my stupid Science lessons scribbling on pieces of paper with Aaron Warper and Skylar?
âThat guy from the town said he thought it could be rabies?â I suggested, hoping someone would say something reassuring for my own selfish benefit. Sure enough, my father cut in, the doctor within him quick to respond.
âFrom what Keith has told us, rabies is impossible. Itâs zoonotic, passed on through animals to human â thereâs no way any sane scientist would think the cure to cancer lies in a ratâ.
âHeâs rightâ Keith responded, âitâs not rare and there are cures. Just doesnât make sense. We wonât know whatâs happening until we find out why itâs happeningâ.
âI guess notâ I sighed, âSo what is it? Maybe the person on the video had nothing to do with this virus, maybe she was just crazyâ I shivered, remembering the teeth sinking into the reporterâs flesh. It had to be staged -the only reason I hadnât started screaming when he showed us was because in mere seconds, Iâd managed to convince myself it was set up, unreal. The logical part of my mind told me that had to be the case and that surely I would wake up soon, but my heart and sweating palms told a different story. The battles going on within my mind were beginning to irritate me now, not knowing was the worst part.
âNo, that girl seemed possessedâ Lucas spoke, running a hand through his already dishevelled hair, âLike she was enraged or something. Maybe it really is a virus that messes with the brain, alters the way you think?â
âNever seen anything like itâ our father sighed heavily, his voice quiet, âbut letâs just drop it for now, I donât want Joel waking up to this crap and your mother has fallen back asleep somehow. Letâs just thank God that weâre going to be safe and pray for our friends back homeâ.
Our friends back home.
I couldnât believe that most of my friends were still more than likely trapped back home, in the middle of whatever madness was going on down there or still caught in the traffic which had thinned only slightly since yesterday. I didnât know the scale of what was happening nor did I know exactly where it was happening but I just prayed with all my heart that they were safe. What would have happened if Iâd taken that lift from Skylar? Would we be safe?
Would my family be safe?
Was Skylar still breathing?
It was then that the tears started to fall from my eyes, heavy and belated. Lucas wrapped his arm around me as best he could with Joel heavy in my arms as my father whispered quiet reassurance to me from the driverâs seat, but none of their words calmed me down In the slightest. It was only Keithâs words that sent my heart beating that little bit slower.
âI have change in my pocket, the next pay phone we see, you could try and ring your friendsâ.
He didnât believe they were alive, I could tell. But this stranger was helping, and in that moment, I loved him for that.
âThanksâ I whispered.