Zombiefest by Eddie Jose Morales

A cool October morning tentatively fingered its way over the frigid landscape of Hicksville, New Hampshire. A heavy bank of clouds had blown in from the west as the sky turned to a grayish red color just like it did during the winter months before a snowstorm.

A white van drove past a sign displaying ‘Hicksville, 5 Miles’. Inside the vehicle, two men not wearing their seatbelts sat on the front seat. Peter Castillo was behind the wheel and his buddy Chester Milford sat in the passenger seat. Peter was 6’2”, muscular, dark skinned with shiny black eyes with short curly brown hair. Chester was much shorter at 5’1”, light skin, bald, and weighing almost two hundred pounds. He was mentally disable and most of the time acted like a naïve kid, which was fine with Peter as it amused him very much. Consequently, there was never a dull moment in their relationship as they truly appreciated each other’s company.

The men had been on the road for many hours from their trip up the east coast from Williamsburg, Virginia where they resided and have been employed as independent contractors working for Dr. Henry Baker of Baker Labs, Inc. for the past couple of years. They appreciated working for Dr. Baker because they were paid very well in spite of not doing much hard work whatsoever. Instead, they usually traveled back roads doing easy jobs, such as disposing dangerous toxic chemicals across the country into the outskirts of diverse unpopular small towns.

The chemicals being transported during this occasion were not of the ordinary kind. In fact, they were chemicals that had been used previously in lab experiments on stray cats. Initially, lab technicians who worked at Baker Labs would slay stray cats in vicious ways such as strangulation and electrocution. Then and there, they would inject the carcasses with toxic lab-made chemicals. As a result, the stray cats would come back to life but not as domesticated animals. In fact, most of the time they became carnivorous vicious animals attacking the staff on various occasions devouring them like a kid would chomp a juicy sweet watermelon on a hot summer day.

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