Zovid-21
You shift uncomfortably in your cramped seat as you stare out the thick windows of your tiny four-person plane. After a lifetime of flying commercial jets, being in such a small plane makes you wonder if it can even stay in the air. But you have no choice, the remote research station you're heading to isn't near a major airport, so you had to charter a small private aircraft to take you there.
What makes it worse is that the other 2 seats are empty, and it's just you and the pilot onboard. Despite your need for some conversation, you decide it would be best to leave him alone to do his job, after all, both of your lives depend on it. Instead, you start thinking about the importance of your mission, about how the research you'll help develop might just be the cure that the world desperately needs.
The zombie pandemic has gone on for over a year now. Initially confined to just a small area of China, it soon spread like wildfire all over the world. Turning anyone who caught it into a mindless shuffling creature hungry for flesh. No-one knows how it started, and so far no-one has been able to stop it spreading. The world quickly went to hell, people were too afraid to go outside, countries fell apart, and "normal life" basically stopped.
It seemed like all hope was lost until two days ago, when a small team of scientists sent an email to you, the world's leading zombie-ologist. They think they might have the beginnings of a cure but they need your expertise to finish the last piece of the chemical formula. So here you are, on a tiny plane headed out to the middle of nowhere, trying to save the world.
Suddenly, with a loud THUD, the pilot's head slumps forward into the plane controls. You look over in shock as the plane starts a sudden nosedive straight into the ground. It seems he just had a stroke! In desperation you reach over his unconscious body and start pulling up on the steering, and that might have just slowed the plane's freefall enough to save your life. With a sickening crash your small aircraft plows through the canopy of a forest, eventually sliding to a stop in the undergrowth.
You struggle out of your seatbelt, amazed to be still alive. Checking the pilot's pulse reveals that he wasn't so lucky and died in the crash. You're all alone now, in the Ukrainian wilderness known as the “Red Forest”. With no time to mourn, you must carry on with your mission, what will you do first?
What makes it worse is that the other 2 seats are empty, and it's just you and the pilot onboard. Despite your need for some conversation, you decide it would be best to leave him alone to do his job, after all, both of your lives depend on it. Instead, you start thinking about the importance of your mission, about how the research you'll help develop might just be the cure that the world desperately needs.
The zombie pandemic has gone on for over a year now. Initially confined to just a small area of China, it soon spread like wildfire all over the world. Turning anyone who caught it into a mindless shuffling creature hungry for flesh. No-one knows how it started, and so far no-one has been able to stop it spreading. The world quickly went to hell, people were too afraid to go outside, countries fell apart, and "normal life" basically stopped.
It seemed like all hope was lost until two days ago, when a small team of scientists sent an email to you, the world's leading zombie-ologist. They think they might have the beginnings of a cure but they need your expertise to finish the last piece of the chemical formula. So here you are, on a tiny plane headed out to the middle of nowhere, trying to save the world.
Suddenly, with a loud THUD, the pilot's head slumps forward into the plane controls. You look over in shock as the plane starts a sudden nosedive straight into the ground. It seems he just had a stroke! In desperation you reach over his unconscious body and start pulling up on the steering, and that might have just slowed the plane's freefall enough to save your life. With a sickening crash your small aircraft plows through the canopy of a forest, eventually sliding to a stop in the undergrowth.
You struggle out of your seatbelt, amazed to be still alive. Checking the pilot's pulse reveals that he wasn't so lucky and died in the crash. You're all alone now, in the Ukrainian wilderness known as the “Red Forest”. With no time to mourn, you must carry on with your mission, what will you do first?