New World Order

CHAPTER ONE…..

A young man stood, his beautiful girlfriend beside him as they watched the clear night sky. The young man turned to his girlfriend and kissed her softly, his love for her pouring out of every ounce of his very being. She smiled lovingly and lightly nipped his lower lip as she blushed. She then pulled away and hid her face behind her hands.

“Do you love me?” Her smooth velvety voice rang out, breaking the silence. She waited for a few seconds, but silence was the only answer that presented itself. She immediately raised her head and stared at her boyfriend only to see him frothing at the mouth and on his knees. Shock and anxiety struck her, causing her to smile at the scene. She immediately jumped into action however, patting down her boyfriend as tears began to stream down her face. Suddenly she began frothing at the mouth as well, falling onto her knees. Before losing consciousness, she kissed her boyfriend, her testament to their love. Immediately afterwards, her mind went blank.

Several countries over, people began to suddenly froth at the mouth as well before falling unconscious. The numbers began to steadily rise. From hundreds to thousands to hundreds of thousands to millions. Soon enough the news began to blare on every channel and television across the world.

“A new phenomenon has risen. People are suddenly frothing at the mouth and falling unconscious. Medical perso…….” A petite female reporter read before collapsing to the floor, frothing at the mouth.

“Here we are, live at John’s Hopkins as several patients of this new unnamed medical condition are trooped in…..” A male reporter said, fear written across his features as he stared at the number of people at the door of the famous John’s Hopkins Hospital. “

“There is a new epidemic striking the world as we speak. Still unnamed, its symptoms include weakness of limbs, frothing at the mouth and subsequently, unconsciousness. If anyone around you shows these signs, do please find them a safe space to rest their heads, as we have just received news that hospitals are completely filled.” A blonde reporter read with indifference written all over her face despite her watching her camera man convulse and drop to the floor, frothing at the mouth. “Well, if you are watching this, my camera man just collapsed.” She then placed her hands to her hear, listening to the voice coming through her earpiece. “Just in, the current body count is at a whooping 1.3 billion people and still climbing. And that’s that for the six o’clock news. I remain your favourite reporter, Jenna Cakes, live from Channel 6. She stepped down from her seat and walked to go get a coffee. She walked down the hall in silence and sighed as she got to the coffee machine. The sight of bodies strewn across the floor didn’t disturb her in anyway and she poured the hot coffee in a mug, smiling as the coffee’s familiar pleasant fragrance wafted into her nostrils. She took a sip and began to walk to her office to pick her bag.

“Icing.” A voice suddenly called out, causing Jenna to stop in her tracks and turn around. She saw a door opening and watched as three people walked out, two males and a female. “Icing, it’s you.” One of the males said, sighing heavily in relief. “What’s going in? Why is everyone suddenly collapsing, what exactly is happening to the world?”

“My name isn’t Icing, Gerard. It is Jenna Cakes. And how should I know what’s going on, when I’m merely one of the bystanders, just like you are? Jenna replied coldly before taking another sip from her cup of coffee. Immediately afterwards, a noise caused all to stiffen. Jenna noticed the fear filled gazes of her colleagues and turned slowly to see one of the bodies strewn across the floor rising up slowly. She then turned around like nothing happened and continued her walk down the hall to get to her office. She walked past her frozen colleagues and just then, a growl rang across the hall, sending chills down the spine of whosoever heard them. It was utterly animalistic in nature, beastly, primal. Yet it came from behind the lips of a human. Jenna’s colleagues stayed rooted to their respective spots, except Gerard who backed away slowly. Jenna however continued her walk, her speed increasing a little bit, as excitement began to flood her body.

A scream sent chills through her body, causing her to turn around and see the other lying bodies begin to rise of their own accord. The first to rise then moved, his suit tearing apart with the bulging of his muscles. Within a few moments and faster than any of them could react, he lunged catching the shoulder of one of Jenna’s female colleagues, clamping down hard. She released a blood curdling scream as her shoulder was torn apart in an instant, shattering the bones, tearing the tendons and tearing off the skin and muscles, all in one bite. Gerard ran like his life depended on it and so did Jenna. They both ran in and shut the door, listening to all that was happening. Meanwhile, the first to rise or whatever it was, chewed slowly and then swallowed. It nodded and smiled a very terrible smile at the young lady who had crumpled onto the ground, holding the now lame arm with tears streaking down her face. Her white shirt had turned red, dyed by the beautiful red of blood. Her partner and colleague stood shocked as silence slowly filled the hall. One of the newly risen then looked at her in the eyes, causing her to whimper softly as she turned around and ran for the door at the end of the hall. She reached for the handle upon getting there but discovered it locked.