WWZ fanfic: Operation DRYPOOL and the fall of Britain

[James G]

May 27, 2019 20:33:55 GMT forcon said:

I thought that 2008 film doomsday was a documentary about life in Scotland? (Joke). Good work, looking forward to more!

Thank you.
I wanted to show that the Undead were less dangerous than people.
In a week or two, I'll dead with the next batch of spread outbreaks before the Great Panic hits. Throughout, the authorities will be making the decisions that see it all go wrong.

[James G]

Part Two


XXI


Leicestershire was famous for its crisps, oh and its sauce too. There was an airport there as well, a small facility called as East Midlands Airport and one less well known of the county’s attractions. Nothing on the scale of Heathrow or Gatwick, it wasn’t somewhere to scoff at especially considering the amount of cargo it handled in comparison to passenger numbers. Before the Rise of the Undead, East Midlands Airport had been an important player in air freight worldwide as well as fulfilling the smaller but growing passenger role. The fear had then spread around the world with outbreaks of the Undead seemingly coming closer and closer to Britain. Airlines, tour operators and companies involved in international trade collapsed: a crescendo of bankruptcies which brought about what was called in many places the Second Great Depression. Still, there were some aircraft flying in and out of East Midlands Airport carrying freight and people. Other airport operators had gone bust and this regional hub in the middle of Britain took up some of the slack.

Aircraft flew in and out of East Midlands Airport with destinations from near and from far.

Overseas flights coming into Britain were placed in quarantine upon arrival. Aircrew & passengers, cargo and the airframes themselves were subject to inspection… which did nothing to help any green shoots of economic recovery. That inspection was rigorous and meant to be fool proof. Under the supervision of the Home Office, plus a team of intelligence officers assigned to MI-5 who were also at the airport, there was a complete sweep of everyone and everything that came in aboard each aircraft that arrived here. GCHQ and MI-6 were each doing what their counterparts from MI-5 were doing and attempting by other means to stop the entry of both the Solanum virus and the Undead from getting into the country first. The forward lines of defence were elsewhere though should things go wrong, and an outbreak occur here in Leicestershire with the origin being an aircraft, there were measures in-place to deal with that too.

East Midlands Airport was a secure location with the improved ability to completely lock it down if need be. There were plans to rid it of an outbreak, using all means necessary, if it came to that.


There already had been several false alarms when it came to fears that the airport could be a source of entry for the Undead. When held in quarantine, there had been instances with people and cargo which had initially appeared to show signs of the infection. These were quickly corrected. There were problems identified with the security measures highlighted during these, things which didn’t show up during exercises, and it was believed that this only increased the readiness of those at East Midlands Airport to deal with any outbreak.

However, the many false alerts only lead to what would afterwards be realised was a series of complacency: ‘oh, not another false alarm’.

In addition, there had been a security alert outside of the airport. Leicestershire wasn’t a coastal county and aircraft inbound to East Midlands Airport flew over a great deal of land before arrival. It was during one of those overflights with an aircraft inbound from Turkey, as Britain and Turkey cooperated via NATO means to prepare for the Undead, that a body was reported as falling from that aircraft. The initial reports said that two separate eye witnesses saw a body come out of the aircraft when it lowered it’s landing gear. Stowaways often died around the world due to such things after sneaking into the body of an aircraft and either dying during the flight – often from hypothermia – or by injuries either caused by landing gear crushing them or falling out during that process. The airport went to lockdown when the aircraft touched down while soldiers on an Operation BANKSIDE mission scoured the countryside looking for that reported body. It turned out that those two apparently independent witnesses weren’t exactly that though: one had heard the report that the other made. As to the first person, it became clear that they might not have actually seen such a thing to start with…

This issue exemplified fears even though it had turned out to be nothing in the end. Fleeing from elsewhere in the world, places such a Western Europe, North America and the UK were regarded by those fleeing the Undead as somewhere ‘safe’. In the rich West, they would be free from the fear of being eaten alive. Rumours ran rife of cures available to those infected and also easy access to the supposed wonder-drug which was Phalanx too: only if the West could be reached. People smugglers ‘confirmed’ those lies and upped their prices in response. Yet, the UK was shut to refugees. There was no way in officially for anyone not cleared to enter the country, long before their journey started too. Still, people tried to get around it. There had been recent cases of people climbing aboard aircraft bound for Britain and trying to hide within the landing gear or elsewhere in hidden areas. They had been caught long before those flights came to Britain. It was feared that one of them would make it though and that had believed to have been the case. That person, if not free from infection, could have survived a fall (possible; it happened if the aircraft was low enough) or their corpse could still have infected others with Solanum. As said, this free-falling body turned out to not be true but it was a possible route of entry for the Undead into Britain.


However, it wasn’t to be a stowaway infected with Solanum which cause the Leicestershire Outbreak, one which moved away from the airport too. There would be a failing at the ‘secure’ airport but before then one abroad as well when it came to screening passengers that would be responsible.

Into East Midlands Airport came a British Airways (the company had been nationalised) flight from Cyprus. More British expats were coming home from an island officially unaffected by the Undead though terribly close to places which weren’t. While it and its human cargo was in quarantine, Solanum reared its ugly head and with that the Undead would once appear inside Britain.

[James G]

XXII


Ruby was four years old. She was born in Hong Kong to a British expat family – her father Caucasian, her mother Chinese – and spent the majority of her life there. A serious medical condition was quickly identified with Ruby not long after birth. She had a heart defect which was sure to be fatal. Placed on the donor list, the wait was long and difficult. Her parents were waiting for, hoping for, another very young child to die. A donor was eventually found though the circumstances of that weren’t exactly legal. Ruby’s new heart came from China with the transplant operation taking place on the Mainland, not in the family’s home territory of Hong Kong. Money from her father, a wealthy investor, aided the process of making sure that his daughter would live and it was a hefty price paid indeed.

She was worth it, of course, to her parents.

That operation had taken place in Shanghai two years ago. China’s second city was at that time free from the ‘troubles’ elsewhere, those which affected the countryside. Ruby’s parents heard the rumours and they heard the official state lies too. They took her back to Hong Kong at the height of the artificially inflated military crisis between China and Taiwan: they feared being stuck in China at such a worrying time. Hong Kong wasn’t free of the alarming situation which seemingly followed them back there though. Things got dangerous in the former British colonial holding. People died in massacres and those rumours heard when on the Mainland no longer sounded like flights of fancy. Ruby herself saw one of those ‘monsters’. It was time to leave. The family went to Dubai. The United Arab Emirates was far from Hong Kong and where Ruby’s father also had business interests. More medical costs were incurred when Ruby had post-operation complications. Despite all of the drugs to stop her body’s rejection of the ‘foreign’ organ, her immune system tried to rid her body of that heart which had saved her life. She showed signs of recovery when in the UAE. Significant parts of her father’s fortune was lost though with holdings back home in Hong Kong and also in China wiped out first before his finances took a hit throughout the Middle East too. More money was thrown at Ruby’s care – outrageous sums – when the UAE authorities made things difficult for foreigners to stay in their nation by increasing medical costs. There was an ‘incident’ in Abu Dubai (one of the other mini-states within the UAE) where rumours came that there had been some of those human cannibals there too. Whether that was true of not, the family left Dubai. The intention was to go to the UK. It was a country which Ruby had never been to but where her father had been born and her mother had previously lived for some time. However, immigration difficulties had cropped up. The new government in London was being fussy in who was allowed access to Britain: fussy as in it wasn’t in the mood for anyone who’d come from China. They weren’t Chinese, the family’s lawyer back in London argued, but a British national and his Hong Kong-born wife & child.

Further expenses – another bribe – saw Ruby’s father get her and her mother with him to Cyprus. This divided island was home to a pair of British military bases, both of which belonged to the UK. At the larger of the two, the family were held there in legal limbo alongside many others. RAF Akrotiri was a holding camp for those who were fighting legal battles to gain entrance to Britain. There was much security and also regular checks to search for any sign of the Solanum virus. Ruby was given a blood test and listed as all-clear. Neither she nor her family would have gotten to Cyprus had they not already passed another check before leaving Dubai either.

While in Akrotiri, Ruby’s father was taken in by a complicated confidence scheme by a trickster who managed to swipe the last remains of the family’s fortune. Promises of ‘persuasion payments’ made to several people back in London had been made as well as the ‘security’ of money held in bank accounts so as to show the UK immigration authorities that the family had means to support themselves. Desperation to do anything, legal or illegal, to get into Britain was seeing things like this done to many. Ruby’s father fell for something that others had done too. After all of that, it didn’t eventually take a bribe at all to get permission for the family to fly to the UK. It was a matter of politics, internal squabbles leading to a compromise between politicians, that saw the granting of an escape from what was in many ways a refugee camp that Akrotiri had become.

Once more, Ruby passed a screening for Solanum before flying. Her blood was taken and there was no sign of the virus…

…but Patient Zero, the aid worker who started the London Outbreak, had too had his blood tested and nothing untoward found.

The family flew to East Midlands Airport. Ruby had Solanum inside her, which came with that heart which had saved her life. During the flight, as if it knew that an opportunity had presented itself to strike, the infection came to life. The little girl who’d been told that finally she was going somewhere truly safe from the monsters back home, would reach Britain. Through no fault of her own, the Undead would reappear with the Leicestershire Outbreak because of this.

[James G]

XXIII


Alan Mortimer was a Home Office official with decades of experience in the role of immigration administration. As a civil servant, changes of government in terms of which party was in power weren’t meant to affect him but that was only in theory. Decisions on senior positions such as the one he was assigned to at East Midlands Airport were made by politicians. Mortimer was the ‘right sort’ of official for the new government when it came to addressing the situation with the current immigration set up at this small airport in Leicestershire. His task was ensure that as few people as possible entered the country through the airport and that each of those who did, went through thorough checks. Working via a strict set of guidelines from the Home Office, which followed the law set by Parliament, Mortimer did just that.

Did he enjoy his job? Well… did that matter? The job paid his salary and his pension contributions. He had a responsibility here. His personal views didn’t matter. Mortimer did his job. Others would find some of the decisions which he made distasteful, even immoral, but nothing done here was illegal. That was why Mortimer had been chosen to be sent here because he would do what was necessary without any fuss.

A political squabble had resulted in victory for the home secretary with ultimate responsibility for security decisions at ports of entry into the country to be in the hands of Home Office officials. There needed to be someone in charge on the ground and he’d headed off efforts to place the senior administers with MOD assigned people or even from the security services, even the Department of Health. There would be local support from other branches of the state, including the military especially with a secondary role, but those with an immigration background form the Home Office would be at ports and airports where they would run the show. This was how things were to be done.

It was Mortimer who thus would be the figure who was ultimately responsible for the decision to allow for the landing of the British Airway flight that had aboard it a child who had died in-flight.

He didn’t see any other choice. There was no indication that coming from Cyprus was a little girl who hadn’t died of natural causes. His reports said that she was an ill child who had been screened and screened again for any signs of infection with the Solanum virus. There had been a great deal of concern that complications with her health due to her heart transplant several years ago and then the anti-rejection drugs she’d been taking would cause her death there at RAF Akrotiri in the Med. Getting her to Britain for treatment before that happened had been something approved by his own superiors back in London. Mortimer signed off on it all. He’d already arranged for transport from here to Great Ormond Street Hospital for her. Of course, there would be more screening of her and her parents with blood tests done following the usual standard quarantine measures.

What no one including Mortimer had wanted was for her to die.

What no one including Mortimer had expected was that she had Solanum inside of her.

What no one including Mortimer had believed would occur would be the Leicestershire Outbreak.


The deceased Ruby was taken off the aircraft after the passengers and the aircrew. They all went to the quarantine area where they would be examined. The plane itself was being checked as well including all cargo carried aboard. Ruby’s parents remained aboard with her body, distraught at the sudden death of their daughter, and had to be (gently) forcibly removed by a medical team before Ruby was to be too.

The child was dead and it was widely believed that it was natural causes that had done this. Care was supposed to be taken by those who removed her body from the aircraft. Mortimer wasn’t present directly on-scene, but there were those who reported to him who were involved in taking that corpse out of the aircraft and they hadn’t messed up beforehand as far as he knew. There had been other people who had died and their bodies treated with the right level of caution.

Maybe it was because she was just a little girl that that Mortimer’s people didn’t take enough preventative measures.

Maybe it was because they were still distracted by the expressed grief of the parents.

Maybe it was because they were tired and overworked.

Maybe it was because they were just stupid.

Whatever the reason was, not enough caution was involved. The child just wasn’t anticipated to suddenly ‘come back to life’. That she did though. Ruby was now one of the Undead. As she was being taken out of the parked aircraft, her remains being placed inside a small body bag, her eyes opened. So did her mouth.

She bit two of those medical personnel assigned to mortuary duty.

[James G]

XXIV


Within minutes, just a couple, Mortimer was informed of the outbreak out on the flight ramp where the Airbus was parked. He at once followed procedures. Maybe this was another false alarm, maybe it wasn’t… either way, East Midlands Airport went into lockdown. He gave the instruction – order more like – for access to be shut down in & out of the airport and for containment measures to be taken. Everyone was to shelter in-place through designated areas secured by the security features installed here. Information came to him that there was one of the Undead and at least two casualties of an attack. Inside his office within the airport grounds, Mortimer saw nor heard anything directly going on but he didn’t need to. He knew what to do. The first orders had been given to secure the scene of the outbreak and now he called in those to deal with it.

He was on the phone – a direct link – to Brigadier Andrews at Chetwynd Barracks up at Chilwell in Nottinghamshire. We have a situation needing a BANKSIDE response, Mortimer told that military officer, and he gave him the basic outline of what he knew. Andrews wanted to know whether all pre-agreed security measures were being taken and Mortimer replied that they were. East Midlands Airport was certainly in lockdown.

Hold tight and wait for Major Fulton came the response from Andrews.


East Midlands Airport was in the northern portions of Leicestershire: the county town lay to the south and further down the M1 motorway. It was closer to the large towns of Derby and Nottingham (each within Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire) than to Leicester. This was the heart of the East Midlands. The airport at which Mortimer was the senior civilian official responsible for was the primary port of entry for overseas access to Britain in the political and administrative region known as the East Midlands. Under BANKSIDE plans, that division of the UK into a total of twelve of those – nine in England plus one each for Northern Ireland, Scotland and Wales – for voting purposes had been copied for military tasks to defend the nation against outbreaks of the Undead.

Brigadier Andrews commanded the 49th Infantry Brigade from Chetwynd. The East Midlands had this military formation assigned to oversee any operations under the BANKSIDE banner – and with Operation DRYPOOL measures kept in a secure filing cabinet too – like other regions also had a brigade-level command. Within the 49th though, there were only a few sub-units directly trained in combatting the Undead. They’d been tasked as a reaction force to put down outbreaks. The multiple London outbreaks last week had seen an urgent increase in readiness. Not much could be done in a week but the little things mattered.

One of those was the shortening in alert times for Andrews’ BANKSIDE detachment. Major Fulton, a handpicked company commander of his, led B Company from the 2nd Battalion, The Rifles. They were at Chetwynd and had previously trained for an anti-Undead mission right here at East Midlands Airport. One platoon of riflemen were always on alert ready to move with two more from B Company rotating through that same movement preparation.

It wasn’t far from their barracks to the airport.


Where Mortimer’s office was along with the work areas of his staff was one of the many hangar buildings at East Midlands Airport no longer used for commercial reasons. Internal work had been done within so that it could be occupied and used fully by his Home Office staff. At another hangar there was the specialist quarantine facility. Mortimer had always been pleased that the two buildings weren’t side-by-side and the internal security features of the airport grounds, compartmentalization in effect, kept them significantly separate. It had always been his worry that any outbreak of the Undead would occur there should all screening measures abroad fail and someone infected with the Solanum virus reach here.

He’d never thought about an outbreak erupting outside on the flight ramp… right outside his building.

Thirty minutes it was supposed to take the soldiers to get here. It was going to be a long half an hour.

In the meantime, while the outbreak went on, with the Undead doing their worse, the airport was in lockdown. No one was meant to come in – apart from Fulton’s soldiers – nor leave either.

As to the latter, there would be a security failing there: a big one which would cost oh so many lives.

[forcon]

Good stuff. I would have expected the police firearms teams at the sirport to be able to deal with a single infected child and quarantine those two who were bitten before they died and turned. However, accidents and slip-ups happen amongst the security forces all the time. I could see the police teams being sent to the wrong part of the airport or something like that.

[James G]

Jun 1, 2019 21:56:47 GMT forcon said:

Good stuff. I would have expected the police firearms teams at the sirport to be able to deal with a single infected child and quarantine those two who were bitten before they died and turned. However, accidents and slip-ups happen amongst the security forces all the time. I could see the police teams being sent to the wrong part of the airport or something like that.

Ah, military only in this case.
The British Government delegated the anti Undead mission to the MOD. It's a complicated thing which I'll show in the story soon because I have yet to cover fully the craziness of this government.

[gillan1220]

Perfect example of how bureaucracy = incompetence. Those cabinet ministers sitting safely in the bunker beneath Downing Street while London and the rest of the UK is consumed by the virus! Seems the Chinese Communist Party weren't the only ones arrogant in handling their own zombie outbreaks.

[James G]

Jun 2, 2019 16:11:40 GMT gillan1220 said:

Perfect example of how bureaucracy = incompetence. Those cabinet ministers sitting safely in the bunker beneath Downing Street while London and the rest of the UK is consumed by the virus! Seems the Chinese Communist Party weren't the only ones arrogant in handling their own zombie outbreaks.

They'll pay for that decision in the end!

[James G]

XXV


For all of the fuss, there were less than ten lives lost directly at East Midlands Airport. However, despite the initial belief that this would be the end of it, they were only the first of many across Leicestershire.

Anyway… just nine people were killed at the airport. The first of those was Ruby, one of the two Undead, and the second was the first of those she bit who eventually turned into one of the Undead as well. The remaining seven were those attacked by the two of them whose lives were taken when the British Army showed up to tackle the outbreak.

They did exactly as they were trained to do. Once the airport had been locked down – including a complete silencing of communications – the armed men in Biohazard suits under Major Fulton’s command made use of the security features to control the situation. They’d been here before and practised this. East Midlands Airport was high on the list of BANKSIDE contingency operations and now the Undead were active, all that training was put to good use. Moving into defined sectors, the lead platoon cleared each one and engaged the Undead with careful shots. They then moved to afterwards ‘finish off’ those infected. For none of the soldiers this was easy, especially with Ruby being one of the two children they had to kill. As had been seen in London the week beforehand, there would be several instances of suicides among those who were here killing afterwards. Slow to spot the signs of what was coming with those soldiers who cracked under the strain, the MOD would be unprepared for how to deal with the growing situation that that would become in later weeks and months across the armed forces.

The airport was clear. The Undead and those infected with the Solanum virus had been unable to leave a certain area so to finish them off, the process had been much easier than it would have been elsewhere. There were others though out in the open areas around the flight ramp, the taxiways and the runway who had possibly come into contact with them. Dozens more people had been unable to get to one of the safe areas in time. They had survived by running, hiding and keeping quiet: they’d remembered what they’d been told to do in the unlikely event of an outbreak of the Undead. When a second platoon of riflemen arrived hot on the heels of the first, they were ordered to assist in rounding up these people. They were all airport staff and they all appeared to be non-infected.

That was an assumption that wasn’t going to be relied upon. They would be going through a complete check to make sure they weren’t infected.


Mortimer came out of his building only when Major Fulton gave instructions for the access points to be opened. The all-clear had been given and the senior Home Office administrator assigned to East Midlands Airport for immigration matters emerged into the bright daylight outside. It had been dark before the doors were sealed. Not much time had passed, nothing much over an hour, but dawn had broken in the meantime. Things looked a lot different in daylight.

There were bodies on the ground.

Red stains surrounded them.

Talking with Fulton, Mortimer observed those remains being removed at the same time. There was an incinerator on-site here, one previously used some time last year – before he was here – for dealing with bodies of the already dead Undead (those killed a second time around) who’d come to the airport then. The circumstances of that was something that he hadn’t been party to but if he had to guess, he would think that they were diplomats & their families evacuated from aboard with some of them losing their lives during that then being disposed of here.

He took his eyes off the bodies, those remains being treated with far more caution than his own people had been with Ruby’s corpse the first time around, and responded to the question put to him by the military officer. Yes, he told him, the lockdown was secure and no one left the airport.

Mortimer wasn’t lying. It was just a case of him being wrong in this. The Leicestershire Outbreak wasn’t stopping here with these bodies on the ground.

Someone had left the airport.

[James G]

XXVI


COBRA met early in the morning. Cabinet members were called in and they discussed the news from East Midlands Airport. The outbreak had been put down, they were told, with much success too. On the line from Chetwynd Barracks, Brigadier Andrews confirmed that all news out of the airport had been silenced and that the Undead were no longer an active threat. Casualty numbers coming from the incident in Leicestershire were a minor issue to the politicians.

Their primary concerns were the same as before. Firstly, to keep this a secret and secondly to find someone to blame. Those who lost their lives were at the bottom of such a list.

They blamed the outbreak on the decision to once more start taking British nationals from abroad who wanted to come home. If such people hadn’t been allowed to enter the UK, then twice now outbreaks of the Undead wouldn’t have occurred. What had happened at St. Thomas’ Hospital had been traced back to an aid worker being treated there and now, from what they were hearing about East Midlands Airport, it was a little girl who’d come from Cyprus initially though ultimately from Hong Kong. If these people were kept out, then the Solanum virus had no way in.

This was a correct assessment. However, there were disputes as the details of these outbreaks. On both occasions, the two identified patient zeroes (and with Ruby that still needed further confirmation that it actually was her) had repeatedly negatively screened for signs of infection. Their medical records from several blood tests showed no sign of Solanum in addition to the complete absence of physical injury leading to transfer of the infection. There were medical experts aplenty who had no idea as to how Solanum worked yet were questioned time and time again as to provide an explanation. They had said that screening for it would root it out.

Well… that hadn’t worked to keep the country free from the Undead.

Leaving all of that aside, these Cabinet members plus the officials assembled discussed cancelling completely incoming arrivals of people to Britain. Was this the time to undertake an absolute quarantine? To do so would mean that anyone British overseas due to come into the country would be unable to. It would mean leaving all sorts of people stranded elsewhere. It wasn’t as if Britain was currently the only safe place. The Undead had yet to really reach the West in any real way: it was in the Third World where they were active.

The home secretary, the health secretary and several less-senior Cabinet members pushed for this. The foreign and defence secretaries both were steadfastly opposed along with others lower down too. Eyes turned to the prime minister and his chancellor… the latter whom they all knew would make the real decision and provide the words to come out of the former’s mouth.

Those in opposition to the complete shut-down of all access to Britain won out. Of course, there would be a complete overhaul of overseas screening and further increases in quarantine upon arrival, but Britain wasn’t yet ready to isolate itself from the rest of the world. Britain wouldn’t follow the lead set by Israel, the prime minister said, and thus with that there was no doubt that he was nothing more than a sock-puppet for the chancellor here: the mention of Israel gave that away.

The politicians asked Andrews how sure he was that that little ‘Chinese girl’ was the patient zero for what had just occurred at East Midlands Airport. He gave his assertion that it was all down to her. She should never have been given permission to come, he said, and when it was reported mid-flight that she had died aboard, that aircraft should have at least been sent back to RAF Akrotiri or at least diverted to a military airbase. Mortimer, the civil servant at the airport, was given the direct blame by the military officer up in Nottinghamshire. He signed off on her passage to the UK then didn’t immediately inform 49th Brigade’s HQ of her death. Only when she had started attacking people, Andrews continued, had Mortimer acted.

That was the end for the home secretary’s man on the ground up in Leicestershire now. Accusational fingers were pointing at him and the politicians sitting in on this COBRA meeting decided he was to be gone. Moreover, they agreed too that there needed to be a ‘realignment’ when it came to matters of those entering the country. There would be a transfer away from the Home Office to the Ministry of Defence of ultimate responsibility. The power struggle between the two men who were the secretaries of state for each of those departments took a new, interesting twist here.

A twist which would in time see many killed.

Details of this were being discussed among the Cabinet after Andrews had left the conversation. They were alerted to him requesting to be put back on the line not long afterwards though. They took the call from the brigadier.

He told them that someone was missing from East Midlands Airport. There was someone unaccounted for among those supposed to be there who was absent.

[forcon]

Good work once again. I am wondering what will happen if/when the government in Westminster falls, especially with the divide between those two ministers.

[James G]

Jun 2, 2019 22:42:43 GMT forcon said:

Good work once again. I am wondering what will happen if/when the government in Westminster falls, especially with the divide between those two ministers.

Thanks.
These two will fight their war between them as millions stare death in the face. Eventually someone will finally have enough.

Anyway we now have three separate outbreaks all developing - the government isn't aware in anyway of the other two: people who took infection away from London - to go alongside events across the Atlantic. The Great Panic is coming.

[archangel]

Solanum sounds almost like an alien bioweapon (the other option would be supernatural).

[lordroel]

Jun 3, 2019 18:26:38 GMT archangel said:

Solanum sounds almost like an alien bioweapon (the other option would be supernatural).

check out its Article at the Zombiepedia: Solanum