Дмитрий Щеглов - The collapse of civilization. 2 season

"What's your name, and how do you feel?" – Igor asked.

“My name is Masha. I'm feeling better, but I do not have much pain and dizziness, "she said softly, and added:

"And where are my parents?" The last thing I remember is a dull blow to our car, then the body pierced a sharp pain and all. The Kruglovs exchanged glances, they understood that she should tell everything, but it was very difficult to say that her parents were dead. Igor unexpectedly, breathed deeply and told everything. Nothing to hide, not missing out.

Masha, without saying a word, again lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, it was evident that tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You probably do not know?"

Suddenly the girl again spoke and sat on the bed.

“About what”?

They all asked at the same time.

We are all infected, "she replied.

The room was silent, Kruglovs exchanged glances.

“No, do not think, I'm not crazy, – the girl started to speak, and continued, although she spoke with difficulty, suppressing tears”:

“My parents were virologists. They managed to find out that the virus that animated the dead, it was a flu vaccine. Going further, they realized that the vaccine was only a catalyst, it was provoked by the virus itself, which most probably already infected. At first, after vaccination, the person did not notice anything, but after a few hours, he felt bad, and after a few more hours he died, but not for good. But even without a vaccine, a person after death began to return, the vaccination in combination with the virus simply became a deadly poison. And if such a creature bites, then the effect will be the same as the vaccination. And this virus does not work on animals. Also, my parents put forward, the theory that the virus was in the store food, because now only what kind of chemistry is not added to it. They were forbidden to dig further into this. But still there was a chance to create an antidote and to defeat the virus, and my parents almost succeeded, they began to spend almost all the time at work, and I actively took part in it, but we did not have time, very soon the electricity went out. It is good that my parents and before the Internet, just in case, passed all the data on the virus and the antidote work of Aunt Galya, she lives far away from us in her no bigger cottage near a small town at a distance of about five hundred kilometers, although she does not understand either viruses, or in antidotes. But she could save all this for us. Then they told us that there were already thousands of dead people, the military was already unable to cope with their influxes and said that tomorrow there would be an evacuation. But for us there was no evacuation. Instead, people came to our laboratory in uniform, and forced to destroy all the data and all the work, under threat of immediate punishment, after which they broke all the computers, burned all the papers. The father began to ask about the evacuation, and one of the military clenched through his teeth: "What kind of evacuation, thank you, that you were not shot." After that, they just left. Then we decided to go to Aunt Galya in our car, then you already know. The girl fell silent, the Kruglovs looked at her without stopping, no one said a word, everyone was digesting the information they had just heard”.

"Well, then," Vitaly Andreevich said first, and added:

“Sergei and I will go, perhaps, there are still a lot of work. With these words they left, though, like everyone was struck by the story of Mary”.

Suddenly my grandmother Masha, asked the girl:

“My little child, can you eat”?

She simply nodded, as she could not speak, because a lump came to her throat again. But she was very good at it, immediately it was clear that this was a strong man. Already in a few minutes, Maria sat at the table and ate boiled potatoes (Virtually everyone in ancient times had gas stoves and an individual cylinder, so while there is gas you can cook.)

Igor quickly snacked and went to the garden. Getting up from the table, he glanced at the girl, and she looked at him, and they somehow simultaneously smiled at each other. On the street a fresh cool wind blew, after yesterday's storm there were puddles all around. Mukhtar was in his cage, seeing Igor, he immediately wagged his tail. The young man stood a little longer, went to the dog in the enclosure, patted Mukhtar behind his ear and went into the garden. There everything was as before: two greenhouses and not a large potato field, surrounded by a fence, behind it was immediately a small river and a small river, from the garden you could easily see the opposite shore. Igor carefully checked the greenhouses. Vegetables were already a little, since almost all the harvest was already harvested. In the head of the guy there were thoughts about the whole situation. It seemed that all this with the "living dead" and did not happen at all, it was such a feeling that he just came to the countryside for the summer. When he finished checking the second greenhouse, he noticed on the opposite shore of the man, he somehow walked oddly as if soldered. Igor immediately realized that it was "Alive", apparently he came from the neighbors of the village, and this immediately returned the young man to the cruel reality.

Father and Sergei went outside the fence, at the same time they fed Mukhtar. There was a warm wind, there were puddles all around, but the sun was already shining brightly, reflected from the glass and mirrors of the Gazelle. It was completely yellow, on both sides there was an eagle, floating in the clouds, it was the logo of the hotel. Sergei took the ax from the minibus just in case. My father took a radio and a pistol with him, as it turned out, he also had a silencer. First of all, Father and Sergey went to Klavdia Ivanovna, neighbor, on the contrary. She was already eighty-four years old, and she almost never left the house. As it turned out, everything is fine with her. She was very happy to see the Kruglovs. They were sure that everything was fine with her, and went on. The village was small, the youth left, there were only old people, yes summer residents, who came in the summer. Father and son walked in silence. My father still thought about Masha's words about the vaccine. So there is still a chance to stop all this horror. They approached the house where the Old Men Larisa Ivanovna and Gennady Evgenievich Ermolaev lived. They lived alone, their children had long since left for the city. In the courtyard of the house there was complete silence, only the wind whistled. This, for some reason, alarmed the Kruglovs. They went into the polo estuary (something like a closed veranda, so it was for all the houses in this village). Here, too, was a grave silence, it began to frighten travelers.

"I do not like all this," his father said.

Sergei, too, was uneasy.

When they got up into the small passage and approached the door leading to the hut, they smelled the decaying flesh, this made them even more frightening. The father and son already wanted to leave, but then they heard from behind the door a sound similar to a growl and grumble, and someone's shuffling. They hesitated, on the one hand it would be better to just leave without exposing themselves to unnecessary danger. But on the other hand, they knew the residents of this house very well, did not want to leave them wandering around the house aimlessly without a soul. Kruglov understood that there was only one way to help Ermolaev, but it was not easy to saddle.

“Are you ready”?

Vitaly Andreevich said, taking one hand by the handle of the door, and the other clasped the pistol.

Sergei nodded, clasping the ax in his hand more firmly. Father took a deep breath and opened the door. They saw a spacious cottage with a Russian stove that was located to the left of the door. Two of the corpses wandered around the room, they were Ermolaevs. Judge on the condition of the skin they were dead at least four days. It was a disgusting and at the same time frightening spectacle. «Revived», noticing the Kruglovs began to slowly, approach the doorway, looking with their empty eyes with almost transparent pupils. Father aimed and fired, it was given to him very hard, but missed. The second shot was exactly in the head Larisa Ivanovna, she fell to the floor and remained lying motionless. From under the scarf appeared bloody gray hair. Kruglov senior took aim again, he was all tense, and his face covered large drops of sweat, and his hands began to tremble noticeably. But at that moment the unexpected happened, the walkie-talkie, which was lying in Vitaliy Andreevich's pocket, was working, and which had already been forgotten.

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