The Zombie Threat: Part 2

Hours later, the plane was spotted again, this time on a military base on the Kola Peninsula. The payload was frozen for the time being.

The next summer summer, an elite group of scientists were summoned to duty. They would not be told their task until they reached their destination.

Once they arrived, they where each handed a manila folder. They were instructed not to share the contents of the folder to anyone, not even their fellow colleagues.

One of those men was my great friend and mentor who sadly passed away several years ago, Dmitry. I will not name his last name for fear of his family’s lives. He was the lead biologist. I do not know the contents of folder he received, and the secret died along with him. However, I do know much about his ordeal from talking to him about this subject.

After receiving the folders, the group was lead into a briefing room. The room was obviously used for military planning, as the table in the center at a map of the Artic Circle with lines sketched on it and the logo of the Russian Northern Fleet in the corner. They were told their objective: to isolate the cause of reanimation. At the end of the briefing, they were told to exit through a door opposite to the one they entered.

After walking down a hallway made out of hastily constructed aluminum poles with nothing but a layer of yellow canvas and a humming space heater keeping them warm, an airlock on the other side opened with a hiss as a man dressed up in all white and wearing a surgical mask started walking in towards them. One of the scientists in the group greeted him, but the man said nothing. The scientist was then hit in the back by the butt of a rifle by a guard and reminded not to speak to anyone without expressed permission.

Once the scientists made it to the airlock, they were all instructed to strip down and put on white sanitary clothes. After some hesitation, they reminded themselves that they were in a communist state and even a slight complaint can be punishable by death. They gave their old clothes to another guard, after which he said that the garments would be incinerated. One man spoke up, saying that he had valuables in his pant’s pocket. He was taken away from the rest of the group and Dmitry never saw him again. What happened to him I don’t know.

After they were all searched, the other end of the airlock crept open. It took a moment for their eyesight to adjust to the bright lights. The building they entered was with much contrast to the part of the complex they had seen so far. All the rooms that they had passed through before were grimy. They seemed like they were built all the way back in World War II. The lab they just entered was pristine. It was as if it was constructed just days before.

The scientists were escorted onto a large lift where they were lowered many floors. After passing through the initial permafrost, all the walls were covered with rocks. They needed to be careful to stand in the center of the lift because a sudden lurch could cause them to stray close enough to the walls and make them to loose an arm. After about half a minute they reached their destination.

It was the largest and most complete laboratory Dmitry had ever seen. Every flask, test tube, and stirring rod was meticulously placed exactly where it should be. This is where Dmitry would work for the next decade.

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