You don't actually find out where zombies came from in the majority of films at least, at least not the ones I've seen. The most common by far is simply a 'virus'. Though there's some very interesting ideas Remix, think I'm going to stay fairly cliche actually in this case ; was considering it a minute ago, although the enemy and who/where the virus came from is relatively important, if I spend too much on that there's very little time for what should be the main focus of the book ; ala, Zombies eating people and the Mob Mentality.
Some normal guy has mutated sperm from not wearing proper leaded protection during an x-ray. Man produces mutant babies (he's a stud). Mutant babies produce more degenerative mutant babies. Mutant babies begin eating people.
Done for tonight so, one final update. The Prime Minister, the Secretary of Defence and the three doctors crowded around the elderly man, eyeing him with confusion. One of the doctors finally spoke, a brunette woman, mid-30s Michael guessed; she cleared her throat and brushed her hair past her eyes, glancing between the party before her eyes finally rested on him. “I’m not quite sure how to explain this” she started. ”I thought it was a heart attack? Or stroke?” Michael chipped in. “Well, so did we when he was first brought in, but the man is still breathing.” The doctor replied, confusion still present in her voice, and what sounded like fear. ”Surely that’s a good thing?” Michael asked, bemused at the apparently worried attitude of the doctors, surely they had seen cases like this before. “But look at the heart monitor, nothing. He’s breathing but his heart is not beating; we don’t know how to explain it. God, we don’t even know if he’s alive, well he must be, he’s breathing but. His heart.” She murmured, partly to herself. “We’ve got no history of any case like this, it is truly unique and we’re not sure what to do” At this, another doctor joined the conversation, a woman older than the other doctor, likely in her late 40s. “That’s not strictly true” she began, pacing around the bed as she spoke “There’s rare documented cases wherein the lungs can keep working for up to five hours after someone has deceased; granted none of these cases have occurred in this country, and tend to be brought about by a viral infection as opposed to a stroke but there is a chance. We’ve also not conducted a full autopsy yet so it is possible he may have had a viral infection before his death, there’s no need to get worked up over nothing. We’ve got a blood sample down at the lab now, expecting the test results any moment.” Kaiden had shifted to stand next to Michael and leant over, whispering in his ear. “If it’s nothing to worry about Sir, maybe it is best we leave.” He muttered, seemingly frustrated at having his time wasted with something so irrelevant. “I’d like to know for sure Kaiden” replied Michael, making his way around to the head of the bed and leaning over the man. The elderly man’s eyes were still wide open, and indeed Michael could feel the faint touch of the man’s breath upon his cheek as he lent closer, gazing into the man’s eyes. He stood there for a moment, the information he had received rolling around in his mind as he tried to piece it together, considering what their next step should be when suddenly Michael jolted. “S-surely not” he stammered, studying the man’s eyes with intent. Nothing. “What is it Sir?” questioned Kaiden, an eyebrow raised. The Prime Minister took one last glance at the man and shook his head. “Nothing, I think it is time for us to leave Kaiden.” He turned to face the younger female doctor. “Please give us a call on this number” he handed her a small card as he spoke “If anything comes up, Doctor -?” “Harding, Elizabeth Harding, just, call me Liz.” Liz said, attempting to conceal a smirk. “I’ll let you know of any updates, Sir.” “Please, call me Michael” The Prime Minister said, grinning as he and Kaiden retreated from the room. Michael took one last look at the elderly man on the bed, it had only happened for a second, but he was sure he had seen the man’s eyes move and from the look on Liz’s face, so had she. Once they had left, a nervous looking intern shuffled into the room and handed a clipboard to the older female doctor. She thanked him and flipped over the first piece of paper, studying the details intently as Liz went to turn on the room lights. It was now past 5 PM and the sun had begun to set on London, the city glowed with an effervescent orange light and the street activity was slowly beginning to die down; from the looks of the chart, the doctors wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. The three doctors sat down on an empty patient’s bed and began to read through the details, nobody spoke, though Liz could not resist the urge to occasionally glimpse at the elderly man, still lying motionless on his bed. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere but something had unnerved her, she felt her heart beating slightly faster then she would have liked. “So...it’s a virus?” the third doctor said, finally breaking the silence. “Yes, but not one I can recognise, we’ve had one sample sent off for further testing so hopefully we can get it identified” replied the older woman, eyes darting between Liz, the male doctor and the elderly man. “There’s nothing we can do for him for now, except wait.” “Do you think I should ring Mic-...the Prime Minister?” asked Liz, pulling the small business card he had given her out of her coat pocket. “No. I may have voted Labour but matters like this do not concern the PM, it’s not major news either way; and he’s hardly qualified to deal with medical matters.” Came the reply, a mixture of humorous and strict tones within her voice. Liz was not quite as assured herself, but she was not in charge of this patient and for now at least, would respect authority. It was getting late now, and the sun had all but descended past the horizon; London became a haven of brightly coloured lights, glimmering neon signs like lines of burning ribbon, the bustling work day crowds had been replaced by a parade of glamorously dressed night clubbers planning to drown Saturday night in a flood of alcohol and early morning kebabs. Liz was not going out tonight, not only had becoming a doctor wreaked havoc with her social life but she was extremely tired, and could not shake the bleak feeling that had overcome her. She signed herself out of the hospital and climbed into her car, resting her forehead against the steering wheel for a moment before turning the ignition and reversing out of her parking spot. Without warning, the sky split and rain began to tumble towards earth, cascading ferociously against the bonnet of her car; the squeals of frustrated clubbers could be heard echoing throughout the city as they dashed into the closest shelter. Liz sighed, “For ------s sake” she muttered; turning the window screen wipers up to full as she pulled into the main road and headed for home, intending to get an early night’s sleep
