Solanum Survival, the long awaited 1st chapter:

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Chapter One: The calm before the storm

Grant Rome never knew that a harmless prediction about zombies would turn out to be true. It started with discussion in Journalism class. On this particular period, it was only him, his classmate Theresa Wilcox, and their teacher, Mrs. Runnels.
“I just wish that zombies would attack sometime,” he had said out of no where.
“Here we go again,” muttered Mrs. Runnels.
“What?”
“Your “Zombie Monologues,” Grant. You brought that enticing prospect back during debate season,”
“Well, it’s just that if and when zombies attack, I could be looked at like a hero. For once Grant A. Rome would be respected, instead of made fun of,”
“Grant, you know that would never happen,” Theresa sighed, “honestly, zombies are just a figment of imagination in horror director’s minds. Like they could even ever exist,”
“But that’s the thing, Theresa, they can!”
“Yeah, like a dead guy is going to rise up and become a track star, to hunt you down,”
Grant laughed. “You’ve seen House of the Dead too many times. Those zombies were a crappy Hollywood director’s idea. True zombies don’t run that fast. They shuffle,”
“Wow, you really seem to know your stuff. Let me rephrase what I said; A dead guy is going to rise up and shuffle after you,”
“Better. But still wrong. Solanum, the virus that makes an organism a zombie, can’t work on a dead, inanimate organism,”
“Sola-what?”
“Solanum. It’s a virus that can conceivably take over the brain, shut it down, and reduce it to the most basic thought patterns,”
“Okay. Now this makes someone a zombie, how?”
“Well, tell me, what is the one thing that every living organism needs?”
“Oxygen,”
“Good answer, and yes living organisms do need that, but the undead don’t. Oxygen is merely a fuel for the body, to keep its systems working. But, that’s not the primitive want of the brain?”
“Water,” Mrs. Runnels interjected.
“Good answer again, but see, water lets blood flow, the undead don’t need blood flow. Ok, tell me something, Mrs. Runnels, would you rather have a three course meal, or a glass of water?”
“Is the water cold?” he glared at her, “ok, ok, the three course meal,”
“Right. The brain’s primitive want is food. This explains why zombies are always after flesh. Now-,”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Theresa interrupted him, “If your explanation is correct, then why haven’t there been any cases of zombie attacks?”
“Well, I could give you the logical answer, or the conspiracy answer,”
“Give me both,”
“Alright. Logically, Solanum is a hypothetical virus. It could exist, but there have been no recorded samples of it found. But, it might exist right now, however, the government could be hiding it from us,”
“Well, I still think you’re full of it. I mean, I doubt something that originated in Hollywood could actually happen,”
“It didn’t originate there-,” he said as the bell rang. Theresa shuffled out of the room.
He turned to Mrs. Runnels, who put up a hand, “I don’t wanna hear it,”
He walked out of the door and let it slam behind him. You’ll all see, he thought.

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shoot, posted it twice. could someone please delete this one?

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shoot, posted it twice. could someone please delete this one?