Ravage: An Apocalyptic Horror Novel(127)

He curled up on the floor and started to cry. He didn’t know what was happening to him as he waited for the teacher to come and tell him off for biting James. He just wanted his mommy to make it all better.

But she never would.





CLOSURE


Treadwell examined the bank of television monitors displaying news feeds from all four corners of the Earth. The explosion of the Spirit of Kirkpatrick in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea was an unforeseen complication. The spread of the nano-virus throughout mainland Europe had been vastly hindered by the ship’s failure to reach land – but the Easter-Virus had managed to get out anyway. Its eventual spread would be unstoppable. The ominous news reports flashing on the television screens made this clear.

It will be unstoppable.

Most of the news station were reporting early occurrences of the virus, but they were yet to understand the full ramifications of what it could do. They had no idea what the Easter-Virus was designed for – what it was engineered for. The self-replicating nano-delivery system was working perfectly, making sure that every single victim got a massive and immediate dose. Symptoms would occur in less than one hour in most cases. Full presentation of symptoms would take up to a full twenty-four hours, though. That was when the virus would become truly unstoppable. That was when patients would start to actively hunt down anyone healthy and deliberately infect them. The virus would become less infectious in itself at that stage, but its carriers would become far, far more deadly. Even killing them would not stop them – the nano-virus was programmed to maintain a clumsy, yet effective control over the carrier’s motor functions even after death.

It is a true marvel. Man’s greatest inventions.

Treadwell smiled and rubbed at the coarse black stubble on his chin. The death toll had not even started yet, but once it did it would rise and rise until the world population dwindled. Then New Dynasty could begin its real work. Rebuilding the world as a utopia. A world without famine, war, greed, and laziness. It would be a productive world full of marvels, instead of the corporate mess the current one was. Gluttonous companies like Black Remedy, TBD PharmaTech, and Christoil would have no place in the new world. Their death grip on the international economy and its Governments was about to come to an end. New Dynasty were poised to take over.

But before that could happen there would be a period of slumber. Beneath the Earth, the members of New Dynasty would lie in wait while the virus did its work above. Soon every nation on Earth would be cleansed, while the future leaders of the new world lay safely in bunkers that had been three decades in the making.

In less than one year the world’s population would total just ninety thousand – and all of those people would eventually rise from their bunkers like phoenix from the ashes. Treadwell felt honoured to be amongst that small number.

His legacy of software engineering, along with his unrivalled fortune and his willingness to share it with the needy, had bought him a place in the Scottish bunker, buried deep beneath the Highlands. He commanded the five thousand personnel that would go on to represent the British Republic. When the virus was confirmed in America, Africa, and Asia, members of the Dynasty in those countries would also go into hiding. In just the last ten minutes, Treadwell had received word that their American payload had been released in Texas inside a convention centre. Soon the greatest nation on Earth would begin to fall. Soon, everywhere else would fall, too. New nations would rise, led by the Dynastic Council.

A true democracy.

Treadwell watched the television screens for another twenty minutes before getting up. There was a lot of work to be done, lots of preparations to be made. He had a part to play in the greatest event in human history. Mankind was about to enter a new dynasty.

The old one was about to die.



TO BE CONTINUED…





Author’s Note

Ripley Heights was based on the Heights of Abraham and Gulliver’s Kingdom in Matlock Bath, Derbyshire, UK, a place I used to love as a kid. To my knowledge the park is still there, so if you’re ever in the area give it a visit. I promise there’s no zombies.



http://www.gulliversfun.co.uk/matlock-bath





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