The apocalypse had finally come. The surface of the planet was now ruled by the rotting zombie horde and there seemed to be no hope of rescue for those still struggling to live above.
But under the water, the story was completely different. Submarines continued to circle the earth in their hermetically sealed containers.
The crews of these boats remained unaffected by the virus.
But not so for the creatures beneath the waves…
“Sir! Whale sighted off starboard bow!” the radar technician shouted.
The Captain looked up, “Is there sign of sluffing?”
“Decomposition is in process, Captain.”
“Range?”
“One thousand meters.”
The Captain turned to his crew, “Helm to starboard! Weapons Officer! When in range, launch tubes one and two. Straddle that beast!”
‘Sir, yes sir’ echoed loudly in the COC. The dull thump of the tubes firing came shortly after.
“We have a hit, sir. Two hits!” exclaimed the radar technician in excitement.
“Good work men. Good work.” the Captain responded.
Yes, the surface was lost but not the world beneath the waves. It may take a very long time, but by God they would win!
Jon Gray Lang.com 