• Here the full story finally is! It may be the best stories ive written in awhile. Angelo liked the island. The peace full breeze in the morning calmed his soul from the nightmares he was having more frequently. The terrors of his former life in Italy were not doing any good for his health. His hair was almost completely white from the stress even though he had barley turned 38. Hector had died a few years back. His death hadn’t had the effect he thought it would have on him. The old man spent the rest of his days sitting on the beach watching the wave’s role onto the shore. His mind seemed to be at rest. Angelo wondered at times what Hector was thinking? Was he thinking of the war? Was he thinking of his kids he’d probable never see again? The thought of never being able to see your children again sent shivers down Angelo’s back. He made a promise to him self never to have kids ever. He didn’t want them to have the pain of losing a father to haunt them for rest of there lives. The statue head sat on a pedestal in the main hall of his luxurious home on the beach front. Angelo would sometimes stop and stare at the head for long periods of time, wondering if this head was a miracle or a curse? Ever since he had set his eyes on it, things didn’t seem to go his way. Yes he was a multi-millionaire, but money was nothing to him. He had got it making things safe. Safety. Such a weird word he thought to himself. There is no such thing as safety. In a world of war, diseases, death, safety seemed like a coward’s heaven. There could never be something that was 100% safe. The notion of there being no risk in anything made Angelo sad. He prayed silently that if that day ever came, that he would never see it. The new day was barely upon Angelo when he woke up. Sweat flowing from his face like water falls of salt water. It was then that Angelo thought and said aloud, “I can’t go on like this any more! All the People of the world need to know what it is the feel fear, to see safety as a past thing. An imaginary world that once was!” He recalled seeing and article about a man who was going to make a movie about people that came back from the dead to kill and turn other living humans into what they had become. A zombie is what he called it, a reanimation of a formerly dead person that was been reborn with the hunger for flesh. The idea seemed impossible to Angelo. The article said that zombies were created when a human was dosed with radiation then killed. He knew the U.S. would not let him use one of their nuclear bombs if they had any more. Even with his limited knowledge of human biology Angelo knew that this way of creating a zombie was going to be too impossible for him. Angelo decided to ask some experts on whether he could create a zombie by another means. As he was writing the letters his kind, Jamaican butler came into the room. “Anything I can help you sir?” he asked “No, unless you know a biology professor that would mind working on a small project I am thinking of starting?” “Actually,” he replied, “I do know of one that may want to come under your services” “Great! Who is this man and where does he live so that can mail him my idea?” “Great Britain, sir, and his name is Professor George Romero.” “Thank you Rashan. Now can you get me some tea? My throat is parched.” Rashan bowed then quickly left the room. Angelo quickly addressed the letter this Professor Romero, drank his tea then had Rashan bring his automobile around and take him to the local post office in the harbor. The ride was a quite one. The island seemed to still be asleep even though it was high noon. He didn’t hear one bird, didn’t see one person on the road that day. When they entered the harbor people started to appear. The smell of salty fish, salt water brought back memories of his trip to America. The trip seemed to take forever, even though there were no storms or rough water he still got seasick several times. After dropping off the letter he proceeded to the local bar to pick up a few kegs of rum. He was going to need them in the days to come. The next few days pasted dreadfully slow. The nights were plagued by nightmares about silent forests, people dying and letters that he could not finish writing. Those nights were leaving Angelo more and more stressed and tired. Rashan suggested that he should find something to occupy his mind so that these reoccurring nightmares would leave him. He suggested that he should find a girl, someone to occupy his mind, force him to center his thoughts on things other then what had happened in the past. There had not been a lot of women in Angelo’s life. Besides the secretaries he had there had only been a small handful of women that seemed to spark the interest of Angelo, but they had all been too far to touch or had already been taken. The one that had almost clicked and was the last one was a shy girl from California named Savanna. Angelo had met her after one of his long boring business meetings. She was working at the local coffee shop near his work in New York. The relationship didn’t work out. This had a terrible affect on Angelo, and it ended his attempts to get married. Angelo hated losing people, even at work when people quit it would send him into a period of solitude. The day finally came when his reply from Prof. Romero came back, and it was a yes. Prof. Romero had agreed to help him solve this problem but he said he would need a new lab with better equipment. Angelo was overjoyed! he hastily wrote his reply back to the Professor and then left quickly to hire the local builder to have him build a lab near his house. The months went by at a snails pace. The lab was constructed at lightning speed and filled with equipment even faster that Angelo had bought and what Prof. Romero had brought over. Their work consisted of tedious research and analysis of legends, records of deaths, and spiritual rituals. All this work took them about 3 weeks. The spiritual rituals would take too long for them to create the chaos they were going for. The legends were not verifiably true so they were tossed out the metaphorical window. They found this poison named Bacillus anthracis and combined it with the plant named Agaricus bisporus brunnescens and some animals’ cells from the animal Hirudinea. The disease would be air born and would enter people’s lungs and enter the blood stream. It would then plant its self in the brain and grow, killing the person and allowing the animal inside its head to take control. They named it Zombicousis armageddon. A very fitting name for a disease that will wreak havoc on the world thought Angelo. The only problem they had was transporting this disease. They knew that couldn’t just let it go in one city because it wouldn’t spread fast enough. The problem bugged them for maybe a day then they came up with the answer. Airplanes! They could get all over the world and a relatively quick manner. After almost one year their quest was almost complete! Angelo and Prof. Romero had worked day in and day out to finish this cure for disease of “safety.” The world would finally know that safety was a relative thing. It could not be achieved, especially after their cure was shown to the world. Their first destination for their trip was Italy. Angelo hated going back to the place where his life was almost ended, where he lost his chocolate friend. The plan they had drew up was a simple one. Release the Cure as they had come to call it. Little did either know that their plot to cure the world was found out by the pretty new Central Intelligence Agency or the C.I.A. to most people. They had been monitoring ever since Prof. Romero moved down from England. They now had agents all around the air port in Rome, Italy and snipers hidden on top of buildings. Their intent, to kill Angelo and Prof. Romero and keep the disease they formed from escaping into the world. Their operation would have been a success except for one small coincidence. At the airport to, was Savanna, and by a chance miracle she bumped into Angelo. It was at that second the snipers chose to fire. Prof. Romero was killed instantly by two shots to his chest and throat. Angelo was hit in the shoulder and thigh! He collapsed onto the floor crushing the vials containing the Cure which the C.I.A. thought was in his briefcase. The Agents around the body quickly shoed Savanna away and disposed of the bodies and cleaned the floor where they had fallen. They thought the mission was a success until four weeks later when local authorities found what looked like to be a dead woman walking around London, Great Britain. The efforts of Angelo and Prof. Romero where an almost success, the disease now is called cancer and is quickly disposed of by doctors. They have found cures for different strains of the disease but not all have been eradicated and still cause thousands of deaths a year. The world may never know safety from a disease again.

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