Ch 6 : Mr President -3

"Grrrraaa… Grrrrrtttttt…"

BANG! BANG!

"Fuck, what the hell is this thing?! Why won't it die?!" Number 1 bodyguard shouted.

"Number 2 and Number 3, get the President to a safe place now! Number 4 and I will finish this thing and follow you!"

"Move, move! Fast!"

"Urghhhaaaaaaa…"

"Mr. President, please, your life is in danger! We can't wait here any longer!" Number 3 urged.

"Ahhhhh!" Jameson cried out in pain.

"Mr. President, are you okay? Shit…" Number 3 saw the President's hand caught in Jane's mouth and froze in shock.

"Number 2, I need your help!"

All four elite bodyguards were utterly confused, unaware that a virus was causing this nightmare.

Hearing Number 3, Number 2 rushed to the President's side and looked closely, gasping in horror.

"Oh my God…"

"Ahhhh…" Jameson groaned in pain. The bodyguards snapped out of their shock, quickly grabbing Jane's head and pinning it to the floor. With effort, they freed Jameson's hand from her grip.

Before the bodyguards could say more, the two doctors on the left side of the room began growling and rising unnaturally. Blood dripped from their throats, yet they seemed unfazed. The sight sent chills down the bodyguards' spines.

"Shoot!" one of them yelled.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

They opened fire, but the creatures didn't die—instead, they advanced slowly toward them.

"Grrrraaaaa… grrttttrrrrr… grrrr…"

The bodyguards focused on the two doctors, momentarily distracted from Jane. In those few seconds, Jane rose unnaturally and lunged at them.

Trapped from all sides, with President Jameson in the center, the four bodyguards slowly backed toward the door, firing as they went.

Suddenly, Number 3's ammo ran out. Jane, who had been slowed by the bullets, surged forward with terrifying speed as the gunfire stopped.

"Graaaaaaaa!"

"Shit… shit… Argggghhh!" Number 3 screamed.

BANG!

A bullet hit Jane's head, fired by Number 2.

She collapsed lifelessly to the floor. Seeing this, the bodyguards realized headshots were the key.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three bullets struck the heads of the three creatures, and they all fell to the ground.

"Huff… huff… T-This is a nightmare, right?" Number 3 said, trembling in shock, unable to believe such horrors could be real.

"No… this is real… argh…" Jameson said in a pained voice, staring at the bodies on the floor.

"W-What…?"

Number 3 was stunned, his gun slipping from his shaking hands to the floor.

"M-My life is over… my wife… my son…"

Jameson thought, overwhelmed with grief."Dr. Evelyn Shelby was right. This virus has evolved, and it's a massive threat to humanity… I-I have to do something… arhhh… I don't have much time. I'll turn into one of them soon," Jameson realized, understanding the Z-Virus's transmission: if an infected person bites another, they become infected and transform into a creature within moments.

"Mr. President…let's go to hospital " Number 1 snapped Jameson out of his thoughts.

"No hospital will help," Jameson said weakly.

"But Mr. President, you're injured. We have to get you to a hospital," Number 4 said, voice filled with concern.

"There's no cure for this… Listen carefully. This virus turns people into these monsters. I might become one soon, so you don't have much time. Go tell all units what I'm about to say," Jameson instructed.

"W-What… no cure?"

Number 1's voice now betrayed fear, realizing that if the President turned, TARCIA's future and its entire system would collapse.

"B-But if we get to the hospital, the doctors might find a cure!" Number 3 said, panic and urgency in his voice.

"No, this virus can't be cured so quickly, and we won't survive that long. You three, deliver my orders to your captain now," Jameson commanded.

One ,two and four number bodyguards exchanged glances, and Jameson began giving his orders.

"Number 3, if the President doesn't turn, call me," Number 1 said seriously.

"Yes...." Number 3 replied.Hearing this, the others quickly left the room.

"....."

"Mr. President, how much time do we have?" Number 3 asked, tears in his eyes. He, too, had been infected by Jane's bite, but only he and Jameson knew.

"I don't know… maybe a few minutes or hours… arghhh…" Jameson said, leaning against the bed in pain.

"Mr. President, will humanity be wiped out by this virus?" Number 3 asked.

"I don't know, but I can say this: humanity will fight against it until the very end," Jameson replied.

"What's your name number 3 ?" Jameson asked.

"Ryson, Mr. President," Number 3 answered, revealing his name.

"Alright, Ryson. You're hurting inside. If you can still talk to your family, do it now or there is no next time" Jameson urged.

"Y-Yes… I'll call my family, Mr. President," Ryson said, heading out of the room.

"Wait, Ryson," Jameson called.

"Yes, Mr. President?"

"I have one request !" Jameson said.

Without waiting for Ryson's response, he continued, pointing to the bodies.

" When I turn into one of them, shoot me."

"W-What… no, I… I can't do that!"

Ryson was shaken by the request, unable to imagine pointing his gun at the President, even in a nightmare.

"Look at what's happened to them. I don't want my body to end up like that. Consider this my last request and order," Jameson said, his voice deadly serious.

Ryson said nothing. Just then, his phone rang, and he stepped outside to take the call.

"Is this the end of humanity…? Arhhh… shit… this is spreading too fast," Jameson thought.

Suddenly, an unknown number called his phone.

"Who is this? Should I answer?" he wondered briefly before picking up.

"H-Hello?"

"Mr. President… this is an international threat. This virus is extremely dangerous. Order the military to shoot on sight immediately!" Carter's voice came through.

"Hmm… it's Mr. Carter… he must have seen the Z-Virus's evolved form too," Jameson thought.

"A-Are you Mr. Carter…? Arghhh… ughh…" Jameson asked in a weak voice, struggling to speak as the Z-Virus spread rapidly through his body.

"Mr. President, are you okay?" Carter's voice was filled with doubt and concern.

"Should I tell him I'm infected…? No… if I do, it'll break his resolve," Jameson thought, then responded, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"Oh, thank God… Mr. President, you and your family must not leave the house until I or another officer can reach you," Carter urged.

"Arghhh… argghh…" Jameson groaned.

"Mr. President…?" Carter called out.

"Hello…"

"He's infected," an unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted Carter.

Jameson was shocked, recognizing the voice as new and realizing this stranger somehow knew he was infected. Without dwelling on the stranger, he said, "Mr. Carter, forgive me… I don't have much time… I did everything I could… arghhh… urgggfffff…"

"Mr. President, don't give up… Dr. Shelby will surely find a cure!" Carter pleaded.

"N-No use… Mr. Carter, Dr. Shelby said a cure can't be made quickly. I won't survive that long… arggh… urfff… arghhhhaaaa…" Jameson struggled.

"Mr. President…" Carter called again.

"He's turned," the unfamiliar voice said.

Jameson's phone slipped from his hand, his face becoming emotionless.

"Grrrrrtttttttfffffffaaaaa… grrrrrrrttt…"

"Mr. President!" Number 3, Ryson, re-entered the room, tears in his eyes.Seeing that the President had transformed, Ryson's hands began to tremble.

"Grrrrrtttaaaaaaaaaa…"

Jameson lunged aggressively toward Ryson.Ryson recalled Jameson's words: "If I turn, shoot me."

He raised his gun, aimed at Jameson, and whispered,

"I'm sorry...."

BANG!

Jameson's body collapsed to the floor with a thud, all movement ceasing.

"Arghhh… ugfffffg…"

The virus was spreading in Ryson too.

"F-Forgive me, Eli… I didn't want to die like this, but I have no choice… arghh…"

With tears in his eyes, Ryson placed the pistol to his temple and pulled the trigger.

BANG!