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Singapore without you. I’ll come back for you and we’ll race out of here together, just like during the show.” She hugged her best friend fiercely.
    Jamie hugged her back and whispered hoarsely, “Be careful, Abi.”
    Abigail kissed her on the cheek, walked to the door, turned back and said again, “I’ll be back for you.”
    “I know you will. I’ll be right here waiting. Now go. Save our families before it’s too late.”
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    WHO Mobile Command Center
    Johor Bahru, Malaysia
     
    The Director General-in-Charge’s face was violet with rage. He slammed the phone on his desk and addressed Tomas. “Overstreet! You know your crew wasn’t authorized for any study in the Malaysia Outbreak zone. Explain to me why I shouldn’t arrest you.”
    After decontamination and what seemed an endless seven-hour wait in a holding cell, Tomas had been transported in a nondescript travel trailer to the WHO Mobile Command Center in Johor.
    Before the trip, he had managed to convince the soldiers manning the fence that he needed to retrieve his equipment, files and the severed head from the SUV.
    His equipment and files were no trouble.
    But the head was another matter.
    The commander had denied his request due to contamination risks.
    However, one of his lieutenants had had a run-in with a mutated zombie earlier in the day and it had shaken him up quite a bit. He was on a routine inspection of the perimeter about a mile east of the gate. There were a dozen bloated zombies from the original strain piling up against the fence in a gully near a feeder road. The fence was weak in that area and there was concern that the weight of the zombie corpses could weaken the section they were pressed against. The lieutenant and his crew were talking about how to remove the bodies from the barrier when they heard a cold-blooded shriek. The soldiers watched in amazement as a naked man ran across the field in a full sprint, screaming in that inhuman off-key. The soldiers raised their rifles, but the lieutenant hesitated before giving the order to fire, waiting to see if this person needed their help.
    The naked man ran into the gulley and charged up the bloated backs of the dead zombies piled against the fence. He leaped into the air and grabbed the razor wire on top of the fence, trying to climb through and filleting himself in the process. The telltale greenish blood flowed from his wounds.
    The lieutenant had plenty of experience with zombies and knew this behavior was out of the ordinary. He was still formulating a way to explain the event to his superiors when Tomas arrived at the gate. So he argued for Tomas and the commander gave in. “Take the head, but share what you discover with WHO,” the commander ordered.
    Tomas agreed, knowing that the WHO would take months to digest any information he provided them … and a couple more months to suppress it.
    The Director General-in-Charge rocked forward in his chair and leaned across his desk, staring through Tomas’ eyes, trying to elicit a response through sheer will alone.
    “My authorization to conduct research inside the quarantine zone was given at the zero hour, sir,” Tomas lied, trying to be as deferential as possible to the soldier-bureaucrat barking at him. “I’m sure if you check with WHO headquarters you’ll find that we were given entry permits and field passes to conduct our studies during the final phases of the outbreak. Unfortunately, my permit was left behind when my crew was overrun by a horde of infected earlier in the day. I was the only one to make it out alive, sir.”
    Unconvinced, the Director General-in-Charge replied, “The UN is going to come down heavy on our division if something isn’t done about your rogue operation. My superiors are in a tizzy over your behavior and your utter disregard for quarantine protocols.” He paused, his purple face fading to a more even shade of pink. Looking down, he briefly clicked away on a