[Point Of View: Harrison J. Frost]
{Location: Jersey Zombie Containment Facility}
|Chapter Warnings: None|

7/8/22 Edit: Grammar updates, made dialogue clearer. 

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20 years ago, the heat shifting the continents combined with a mysterious worldwide earthquake shifted the continents back together and turned into New Pangea in less than a day. The United States ended up moving off a pocket of toxins it was sitting on, and it exploded like a supervolcano.

That toxin infected people with a certain gene and turned them into feral zombies. But that was when I was a kid. Now, they're all calm due to the Cure. They just live on the streets till one of them decides to try and hurt someone else or another zombie.

One zombie acting out means all zombies acting out, and that's where JZCF comes in. A team trained to deal with zombies will intervene and arrest any zombies that pose a threat to what's left of society and bring them here. And the only reason that I'm here is if a female zombie just so happens to be pregnant. I usually monitor it till the baby is born, and once it is, I'll keep the mother and the child for a couple of days to make sure they're both healthy.

And here I am, spaced out at my desk until someone from the doorway announces their presence. I look up to see who it is.

"Chief! Do you need something?" I ask, getting up.

"Nope. I just wanted to come visit you," he says.

"I don't see any reason why you'd want to visit me."

"Oh, come on, Harrison. Am I not allowed to see my own son?"

"That depends. Are you going to give me something to do instead of letting me sit on my butt all day?" I ask, looking him in the eye, "Helping the zombies, perhaps?"

"You know I can't let you do that, Harrison."

"But I want to. Nothing will ever change if nobody tries to fix the problem," I say.

"I said no, Harrison. Mixing magic and science is dangerous! I won't let you kill yourself because you think you can help them!"

"I can help them, dad! The rest of you view them as animals that need to be contained but I see them for what they are! They are constantly being assaulted and barely get anything to eat!" I shout, "I sit here for hours at a time, every day doing nothing! You wouldn't let me train to become an officer, you won't let me do my job, and you won't let me try and help! I'm not fragile, dad! I'm 25!"

Dad takes a deep breath, getting so close to me that I could smell his breath, "We are doing all we can to help them. Drop the subject or I will suspend you! Got it?"

"Yes, father..." I mutter, looking down at the ground.

He turns around, grumbling as storms out of the infirmary. I groan and sit back down at my desk, staring at the empty black surface of the monitor floating above it. I tap the power button, watching the screen come to life, showing the random crap I had open.

Mostly just social media accounts that my friends made me make. I watch the page as it refreshes my home feed. My heart stops when I see the first post:

@dude_devon:

Tomorrow would have marked five years of Harrison J Frost and Heather Morris-Frost's marriage if it weren't for her death eight months ago. Hang in there, Harry!

Attached to the post is a selfie of me and Heather smiling together at our wedding. I swipe the screen to the left the instant I see it, unable to bear it. I end up staring at the document that was open behind it. A research project I started a while ago but never finished. I lean forward, go to the beginning of the document, and start reading.

~ Five Hours Later ~

{Location: ???}

"Heather, seriously, you need to get up!" I say, sitting up. 

The woman next to me groans, rolling over to face me, "But I don't want to!"

"We have to. There's a meeting today and all of us need to be there. The Medical Director and the Security Director."

She sighs and sits up, sliding off the edge of the bed to get dressed.

"I cannot believe I managed to marry the most badass woman in JZCF," I say as I get up. "Last week, even."

I walk over and look at her, "And here I am. The least badass person... ever."

She smirks, "I have low standards."

I fake a gasp, "I am so hurt."

Heather laughs as she takes my uniform out of our shared dresser, "Just get dressed, you weirdo."

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"Harry!"

I jolt awake to see a pair of janitors standing behind my desk, "Why are you shouting?"

"You were sleeping past your hours again," Bertram says, "Chief came in and told us to wake you up."

Standing next to him was the female janitor, Zarah, "So, what were you not doing in here this time?" she asks.

"Just some research project," I mutter tiredly "I'm going to close up."

"Alright. See you tomorrow!" Bertram chirps.

I stand up and I let them out of my office, "Infirmary, turn off all lights and unused monitors." 

The lights instantly go dark, and I leave, heading to the front reception desk to sign out. I swipe my ID card at the front door and exit to the parking lot. I get in my car, drive home, and finally get inside after a long, boring day.

I head up to my room and dig through the drawers of my dresser, picking out a black tank top and black pyjama pants. I change out of the uncomfortable uniform and into the pyjamas, lay down on my bed, curl up under the covers, and go to sleep.

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