Of Zombie — Index

He remembered the day they added the Screamer. A scout team had cornered one in a pharmacy in Macon. They’d tried to take it down quietly with a knife. The resulting howl had brought three hundred Walkers down on them in twelve minutes. The Index had cost them two good people, but it had saved a thousand since. Every entry was a gravestone and a lesson.

Reproduction rate of the undead. Current estimate: 1.4. For every one zombie neutralized, 1.4 new hosts are infected. Net population growth: +40% weekly. index of zombie

He paused. The groaning grew louder. It sounded almost like speech. A word, repeated, muffled by rotting flesh: “Index.” He remembered the day they added the Screamer

Each entry was a nightmare reduced to data. The resulting howl had brought three hundred Walkers

Entry #113: [Pending]. Symptoms: Climbing ability. Intelligence: Unknown. Threat: …

A soft groan echoed from the ventilation shaft. Aris didn’t reach for his gun. He reached for his keyboard. A new variant, perhaps. Another line of data.