Mainak Dhar - Zombiestan

Then the channels started going off the air.

***

Mayukh reached the breakfast table to see an emotion he had never seen before on his father's face-fear. A career bureaucrat in the Home Ministry, the elder Ghosh was used to wielding power and influence, not feeling powerless. Yet, this morning, he listlessly stirred his bowl of cereal, bloodshot eyes looking at the TV set. Mayukh had spent the evening playing World of Warcraft online and then listening to music. He had no idea of the chaos that was slowly but surely intruding upon his world.

'Dad, are you unwell or something?'

Being in front of his son restored some of his father's courage and he tried to compose himself.

'No, Mayukh, I just didn't sleep much last night. I was on the phone almost all night.'

Mayukh knew his father had a busy job, but even by his standards, it was unusual for him to be up all night working. His mother entered the room, and Mayukh saw that she also looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown. That's when he noticed the Breaking News scrolling across the TV screen. He digested it all in silence for about five minutes, taking in what was supposedly happening around the world. He saw the pictures and heard the words, but his mind refused to believe it. He turned to his father, seeking reassurance.

'Dad, most of the Indian news channels are full of crap anyways. Let's turn on CNN or something.'

Before his father could say anything, Mayukh had flipped the channel to CNN and then BBC. Both channels were off air, and instead of the usual programming, there was a multi-colored screen showing nothing but the three words 'Emergency Broadcast System.' Mayukh's father took the remote from him.

'All the Western channels have been off air since it all began last night. We know the US President is still alive and safe, and managed to fly out on Air Force One, but have no idea what's happened to the rest of their governments. Nobody is responding to our questions.'

Mayukh just looked at his father blankly. Stuff like this only happened in the movies, didn't it? Surely there was a misunderstanding somewhere. He began to sputter out some objection when his father silenced him.

'Mayukh, listen to me. I have to go to work. Whatever has taken the West will be upon us as soon as the Sun sets.'

Mayukh heard his mother break out into sobs.

'But Dad, why can't you just stay with us?'

His father gripped Mayukh hard around the shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes.

'You are not listening. If the US and Britain have fallen, we don't have much of a chance. Still, I have a responsibility to perform. If our government just folds up and runs, who will at least try and maintain some order?'

His mother was now bawling uncontrollably as his father continued.

'Mayukh, I know this is going to be tough for you, but this is the day when you need to stop being a boy and become a man. I will be gone, and I don't know when I will see you again, but you need to hold it together for yourself and your mother. Now come with me.'

He took hold of Mayukh's shaking hand and led him into his study. Mayukh may have looked tall and strong, but he was petrified and on the verge of tears. His father opened a safe in the wall and took out a small bag from it. Mayukh knew what was in it, and that recognition only made his fear worse. His father took out what was in the bag and placed it in Mayukh's palm. It was his father's personal licensed weapon. His father's eyes also looked to be tearing up, but he tried to be strong to try and ensure his son did not lose courage. Mayukh was old enough to realize this, and he cried out aloud, knowing that his life was about to change forever. His father's voice was now soft, like it had been when he used to read stories to Mayukh when he had been younger.

'Son, remember what this is? Tell me. I need to hear it from you. Tell me everything you know about it.'

'It's a Smith & Wesson Bodyguard 380. Weight 335 grams, holds 7 rounds in its clip. And I can still outshoot you on the range.'

His father smiled, and held Mayukh close. He realized his son was trying in turn to give him courage. They sat together for some time, father and son's hands in each other's and on the small, black handgun. Mayukh's father had been a national level shooter before he joined the government, and being in the Police Service, had continued to have ample opportunities to indulge in his passion for shooting. That was one passion he and Mayukh had shared. Mayukh had been a natural shooter, with instincts that could never be taught, but he never had the discipline to compete, much to his father's disappointment. Today, however, he was just grateful his father had taught him how to shoot. Then, something struck him.

'Dad, my carrying this weapon is illegal, isn't it? And you being a cop and all, won't you get into trouble?'

His father smiled a tired smile.

'I suspect that will be least of our worries. Remember, keep it well hidden and while I have four full clips and enough rounds for ten refills, don't fire unless you or your mother are under immediate danger. Understand?'

'Now, son I have to go. Be the man I always dreamed you would be.'

With those words, his father left. A few minutes later, Mayukh's mother walked in, and for all the times he had hated her for disciplining him, today he just hugged her close and cried like a baby.

After she had seemingly cried herself dry, his mother took charge. Mayukh had never seen her like this, and her determination and clarity of thinking galvanized him into action.

'Mayukh, we need to stock up on food. God knows how long this will go on, so we need to be ready. Take the car and get as much canned food and bottled water as you can find. Go now while I prepare the house.'

It never occurred to Mayukh that while he had literally pleaded with his parents in vain for months to be given a chance at driving their car, here the keys were being literally handed to him. When he drove out of their government colony, he began to see that they were not the only ones preparing for what was to come. Many of the stores were packed with people and here and there, frayed tempers had led to fights. Not fancying his chances there, he had an idea and drove to his usual store where he bought cigarettes. The shopkeeper, a fat old man whose name he had never asked, had his radio held close to his ears. He looked up at Mayukh as he came.

'Take what you want and go. Better an old customer than being looted by strangers.'

Mayukh didn't know what he was talking about but then saw smoke rising from some of the stores he had passed. He passed over a thick wad of cash to the disbelieving man. His small convenience store didn't have much by way of canned food, but had lots of chips, cookies, juices and bottled water-all of which would last a long while. Mayukh took as much as he could fit in the boot of his car and then drove back home. He was about to enter the colony when the windshield shattered, showering him with glass fragments. He flinched and almost crashed his car, recovering just in time to steer the car through the gate. He could see several people outside, no doubt envious at the relative security the government colony with its guards and high gates would provide. He wondered if any of that would be enough to be able to weather the coming storm.

***

David clutched his rifle and held his breath, aware that his hunters would give him no quarter if they got the slightest hint that he had got away. He could hear moaning and screaming all around him, and above all else, the shuffling noises of the hunters on the prowl. He tried to shake the idea out of his mind that two of them had till a few hours ago been men he would have trusted his life with. He closed his eyes, shrinking further behind the ammunition boxes where he had wedged himself. He kept thinking of Rose, to whom he had proposed just before this deployment. All he wanted to do was to be able to get back to her.