The Coming of Tragedy

The Coming of Tragedy

A Chapter by Sivgat Hasan

Assalamualaikum (Peace Be Unto You) readers. 
I have a tale to tell, believe it or not. But hopefully, this tale shall teach you something me and my friends, my loved ones had to learn the hard way.
My name is Raiden. I lived in a country of immense beauty. I lived in Bangladesh-a country renowned for her natural bounties. Well, everything was beautiful until the cataclysm struck. We humans faced a threat so horrifying and devastating. There was no turning back. All we could do was fight our way out of a war of which no one wanted to be a part of. A war which would change our lives forever.
I hope you shall be patient, for I have a tale to tell, that may just change your lives as it changed mine.
The year was 2012………
I was in the house of a friend of mine. Our parents were taken to the Untied States of America for vaccination tests. It was believed that the airborne virus was not effective to youth of the age of 15 to 18 (yes, a virus had broken out). But no one knew of the new form which this new virus produced. We were the ones to suffer. We were the ones, who would have to make the tough decisions. I was in the company of best friends over there. Friends with whom I had to cross a lot of adventures, conquests both mad and insane. We all used to hang out as a gang or group of best friends out to rid neighborhoods of bullies and scum.
We were five in number. These awesome friends of mine were- Shamerul Huda (the guy who had a great heart and the spirit of a lion), Shaherul Huda (the mischief maker-destroyed the lives of evil doers with his craziness), Arman Shahriar (our shield, as he was huge and strong) and my best friend who is the most awesome, friendly and bravest person I knew in this world- Rohan! Shamerul and Shaherul were playing games with me (video games-for we were all intense gamers), Rohan and Arman were trying to find out something from the news. The reporters in the news said that the infected hordes smashed passed many barricades and that the main electrical supply of this country would be shut down until the situation was handled. They said that they were going to bomb  a few areas to clear off infected swarms. We quickly turned off the TV and called Shamerul and Shaherul to us. We mentally prepared for the bombing. 
Rohan, Arman and I were of the same age. Shamerul and Shaherul were 12 years old. 
We sat to discuss about how we  were going to reach America and find our way in to the survivors’ colonies.  Well I just knew that we had to get out of that area right away! It was time to prove that we were old enough to take care of ourselves.
There was a long journey ahead of us. We had to be strong for the survival of the human race. Rohan suggested that we search for some firepower, if we were to cross those hordes of infected! Well there was an armory near us so we decided to pay that place a visit. But I said that we couldn't go now for it was the heart of night time. We decided to go next morning, hoping that the bombs don’t blast us away. All I could tell my friends was to be brave and to trust me. Because we knew , that a storm was coming, and we were overconfident! 
We quickly switched off the lights, locked the doors and closed the curtains. We could hear shouting, biting, tearing of flesh! It was horrifying! We heard violent screeches of infected! Yes, the infected.
Once, our door was viciously knocked, banged might I say. We tried to stay completely silent. Then the banging stopped and before we knew it, we fell asleep .
I woke up at six-thirty in the morning. Beams of light were coming out of the curtains. I slowly went to the bathroom. I took a handful of water and splashed it at my face. A feeling of unhappiness came over me. I felt as if all of mankind was doomed. But a ray of hope also came to me. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Rohan watching television with a low-volume. I asked him if we should wake the others up. He said not yet. I sat beside him and asked him if there was anything in his mind . He said that he was wondering about how we would reach America. At that moment, I had no idea really. After a while, I woke Shamerul, Shaherul and Arman up. I told them that we had to move out. We all took some strong wooden sticks from the bed and went out to face the nemesis. To face the crisis. 
Rohan told me to open the door. I opened the door slowly.  The sun hadn't completely risen yet. As we stepped outside, we could see blood and dead bodies everywhere. It was a scene of destruction and horror.  We tried to be very carefully hidden for we thought that there might be infected roaming around. We went to Arman’s mom’s car. Rohan might not have been old enough to drive but he sure knew how to. With perfection, might I add. We all went in the car and drove straight towards the armory. 
I was frightened when I looked outside the glass. So many people were killed ! So much blood was shed. Within 10 minutes we reached the armory.
Rohan parked the car right outside the door so that we could escape with ease if anything wrong was to happen.
Rohan and I went inside the armory, leaving the others in charge of the car. We went inside in a nervous pose, not knowing what we would face-something not so common when you are at the position we were. There were a lot of guns and ammunition- also referred to as ‘ammo’. We took all we could in two large bags. These guns made me feel ready for war, yet it was just my spirit ready for conflict against corruption and darkness, whereas my body was still not rugged and strengthened enough for battle.
I took an assault rifle called ‘M16-A1’ and Rohan took another model called ‘AK-47’. It felt so awesome holding those guns, they sure as hell were heavy. I always wanted to do so. We soon went outside the armory.
Suddenly, we saw decomposed and torn bodies of humans trudging towards us! We were all stunned. They were dead people. They were infected. They were, the living dead. The infection or virus restarted the stem of any infected person and once they would die, they would regain life without memory, compassion, love, hope, mind! Instead, these traits would be replaced by hunger! Hunger for meat of all those who were living. They were so many in number and little did we know what they were, how they came to be or what cause it. We only knew that they consumed us, both in body and soul, and that surviving them was all we had to do. We ran into the car. Soon, Rohan drove us out of there before those dead meat got to us. We were on the road now and were safe for the time being. Rohan got us out of that area. I gasped! I was so frightened. Those eyes. Those blood thirsty red-eyes of the dead made me feel as if we were doomed. But Rohan snapped me out of this confusion.
We had no where else to go. But there was a large hotel called ‘Radison’ just outside our area. We thought that if we needed to find people and supplies, it was the best place to check out. As the sun shone bright now, we had hope that we can save ourselves and humanity. Though it was a blind hope, but my friends you have to know, hope is all that we need. I for one hope that you all are interested to know what happened next. This tale might be long, but I ask you to bare with it, for I believe I can show you what matters most, when the worlds falls in to an abyss. And then, we shall march on together to save the world, for the corrupt, shall not last.


© 2014 Sivgat Hasan


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