Navis Salubris – Chapter Two – Abdul
by Mel Dawn
“Are you kidding me?” Abdul said to his advisor. “The camp is over run with zombies, yet you want me to hunt down infidels?”
The other man standing before him wore the same long black robes, with his face covered. The only distinguishing feature was an additional symbol on the shoulder of his robe.
“You must obey! Allah commands it!” declared his superior officer. He stamped his foot on the ground. He was pleased when he saw Abdul back away from him. A sign of fear in subordinate officers was good.
Abdul continued to back away and raised his weapon.
The advisor grew worried. “Now just wait a minute! Don’t do anything you’ll regret!” The advisor tried to move forward, but something was holding his body back.
He let out a prolonged scream, as he realized something was biting his neck.
Abdul raised his weapon and managed to shoot not only the zombie who had his teeth attached to the senior’s officer’s neck, but also the senior officer too. The bullet flew through both of their head’s, and both bodies dropped to the ground, silent.
“Peace be with you,” said Abdul in Arabic.
He managed to get in another three shots before he had to reload. Zombies were overrunning the camp. He ran into the munitions tent to grab some extra cases, and stuffed them into the hidden pockets of his robe.
“Abdul, get over here now!” called a voice from behind the tent.
He sighed. There was no time for consultation while the camp was being invaded by zombies.
“There you are!” said another officer.
“We’re supposed to transport the prisoners to Tikrit.”
“There’s no time for that!” yelled Abdul. “In case you hadn’t noticed, the camp is filling with zombies!”
“All the more reason to get the prisoners out of here,” said the officer. “They’re making so much racket they’re attracting them.”
Abdul watched as three zombies advanced on the officer. He had to witness yet another of his superior officers being eaten alive. He finally shot them all in the head.
Abdul dropped to the ground, feeling utterly defeated. He watched as the zombies surrounded the troops. There were three zombies for every man. He could barely raise his gun as several zombies came for him.
He dropped his gun, and it fell down into the dirt. He pitched forward onto the ground and started crying. He wished he’d never left London to join this terrorist cell. What a mistake that had been. He’d been expecting active combat, but instead got sent to a prisoner interment camp. What kind of war was it when the enemy didn’t even have the honour of fighting?
He heard a scuffling noise in front of him. He calmed his sobs and looked up. Surely he would have been bit by now? The zombies were milling around him, but looking confused. On the ground in front of him he saw a black envelope.
Abdul picked up the envelope, and tore it open. His face switched to a bewildered expression as he saw that it was a ticket.
Abdul started laughing.
“A ticket to nowhere,” he muttered to himself in between guffaws.
Next... Chapter Three – Wei.