Apocalypse: Chapter 5

They all sat in the living room looking dejected. Shalom had a laptop open in front of him and was surfing the internet, searching for information that could help them. Bolu was beside him, also hunting for more information. All they had seen were videos showing disturbing scenes from different countries across the world and conspiracy theories on poorly designed blogs and sites. The TV was on but all the stations showed static. The time was 2:30am and no one had gone to bed, all saddened by the news Paul brought. There was no help coming.
“Guys, we need to decide what to do,” Osas said suddenly, breaking the silence “We can’t stay here forever. If the soldiers have gone, we have to find them. They’re probably sweeping through different states to find people.”
“Or dead,” Paul cut in “Undead.”
Shalom closed the laptop and looked up at them “There’s no one left to get us, Osas. It’s over, the world is over.”
“Cities have been overrun, news is slowing down. CNN, BBC, Sky News, they all aren’t broadcasting anything anymore. Only a few people are still tweeting.” A girl Osas had come to recognize as Aisha spoke as she swiped down her phone screen.
“But it all just can’t go like that na, how did all this happen?” Someone asked.
Silence descended on the room once again.
“I’m going home in the morning.” Osas said finally.
“By home you mean Lagos?” Shalom asked.
“My house is on the outskirts, actually in Ogun state. If the world is now full of flesh eating zombies that should only be in video games and TV series, I want to be somewhere with plenty space and walls on all sides.”
“Your estate eh?” Shalom replied
“Yes. Plus everyone follows the express and the estate is close to it so it should be easy to make contact with any patrolling rescue unit. Who ever knew underdevelopment would be a good thing.”
“You still believe that help is coming?” Aisha asked.
“I don’t have a choice. What else can I do, give up? Shoot myself?”
Everyone suddenly turned to look at Paul. The word shoot had reminded them that they had a literal truck load of guns and ammunition.
“What?” Paul asked, unsure as to what to make of their glares.
“Let’s get the guns.”
“Wait, so we’re going to form a survival gun slinging team, just like that?” Bolu asked “This has to be a dream.”
“Only it isn’t. If we are to judge from movies, even people will soon become as dangerous as the dead people walking around.” Osas replied
“More dangerous you mean.” Shalom added.
“MY MOM IS DEAD! MY DAD IS NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! THERE’S NO SIGNAL ON THE TV AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON. I’M SUPPOSED TO SUDDENLY START SHOOTING PEOPLE? I’VE NEVER EVEN HELD A GUN IN MY LIFE!”
With that, she stormed off upstairs. Shalom followed her leaving the rest looking stunned.
“She’s probably handling it better than the rest of us.” Osas said evenly after a moment.
“Handling it better? Despite the noise she just produced?” Paul asked.
“Yes, she’s in touch with her emotions. The rest of us are in denial, forming Rambo up and down.” Osas replied.
“What do we do then?” A chubby guy in the group asked.
“Me I’m sha going to my house and I’m staying there until help comes. You’re all welcome to join me.”
“I live in PH, I can still follow you to Lagos but I’d like to get home too.” The chubby guy added.
“I live in Owerri so that’s a bit off, but I live alone so I guess I can come with you guys. I probably have a better chance of surviving if I stay with people, especially those with guns.” Paul said.
“Then it’s settled, we’ll leave in the morning.” Shalom said with an air of finality, walking across the living room to settle into a chair.
“How’s she?” Aisha asked.
“She locked me out of her room.” Shalom replied dryly.
“She’s hurt, I can only imagine how she feels.”
“You guys don’t get it yet,” Shalom said, sitting up “We’re all in her situation. There is no evacuation, there is no safe place. I honestly don’t even think help is coming. We can only hope. Our families are probably dead-”
“That’s enough, Shalom.” Osas cut in.
“C’mon Osas! You know it’s true. The sooner we accept reality, the better it is for everyone.”
“You don’t have to say it like that.”
“You want me to sugar-coat it? I just killed someone’s mother. She was dead but moving around and would have snacked on her own daughter had you not intervened. After such events, do you think there’s any point in saying things softly.”
An uneasy silence descended upon the room, no one could say anything. Osas glared at Shalom and shook his head. He knew Shalom was right but felt hope was a better option than cold truth at the moment. Shalom returned his glare with a quizzical look, raising his hands in exasperation.
“So you’re telling us everyone is dead?” The chubby guy asked.
“No Chris, almost everyone is dead. Bolu and I have seen the news and the videos, and the pictures. Aisha has seen them too.”
Everyone turned to look at her and she nodded. Her deep brown eyes glistened with tears.
“What about my mom’s text? The army got to them before the infection did.” Osas cut in.
“True, but some army bases have been overrun,” He got up “Look, I’m not trying to be a sadist here. I just think it’ll be better if we all zero our minds to the possibility of having lost everyone we care about, and just hope against hope that they’re okay.”
“We’re taking off for Lagos at 10am. Let’s all get some sleep.” Osas said, eager to stop Shalom from saying more.
As if on cue, the lights went on, plunging them into darkness. Mobile phones and the laptop illuminated the room a little.
“And it has begun.” Shalom said ominously.
“We can’t stay in darkness. Let’s turn on the generator, I saw one when we were coming in.” Chris said.
Footsteps were heard descending the stairs. Everyone fell silent as Bolu re-joined them in the living room.
“I’m going to turn on the generator.” She said in the darkness.
“Guys, wait. If we’re the only ones left, the noise from the generator will be loud enough to draw the undead here.” Shalom cut in.
“We should be fine. Paul closed the estate gate when they came back.” Osas replied.
“Errrm, I may have forgotten to do that,” He admitted to the dismay of the group “But I locked the main gate.”
“Either way, I’m turning it on. If we’re travelling tomorrow, we’ll need full power on all our devices.” Bolu said.
“You’re not going to wait for your dad?” Osas inquired.
“He’s gone. For whatever reason that he wasn’t around when we got back, you can be sure he’s not in Abuja.”
With that, she walked out of the living room. In minutes, the roar of the generator was soon accompanied by the return of power, lighting up everywhere.
“Praise God for small miracles,” Shalom said deprecatingly “We should now have the full attention of Abuja.”
Osas lay down on the sofa and soon fell into an uneasy sleep, more out of exhaustion than out of a desire to do so. He woke up in a few hours sweating from the nightmares that besieged his sleep. The clock in the living room read 8:33. He got up, gingerly avoiding the bodies that lay around, snoring and twitching in their sleep and exited the living room.
He met Shalom standing still in the compound, deep in thought with his arms crossed.
“How many do you think?” Shalom asked him as he approached.
“How many what are we talking about?”
“How many of them do you think are on the other side of this massive gate?”
A loud bang startled him and he followed Shalom’s gaze to the gate. He listened intently and heard the unmistakeable sound of shuffling feet and groans.
“Zombies.”
“Yes sir. We get power, but also get a bonus of 165 zombies, as at last count. I counted from upstairs.” Shalom said, annoyance firmly etched into his voice.
“So in essence, we’re stuck in here and can’t go anywhere?.”
“Correct.”

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