The following recording was found on an answering machine of 112 Holland Drive. The occupant is known to have been a senior research scientist for one of the top pharmaceutical companies in the USA.
ROGER: Hi Susan, it’s me. I just wanted to let you know that I’m running late. That
Bastard Cavanaugh took the meeting into overtime but we got the FDA
approval on SF 765. You better get that bottle of champagne ready.
SUSAN: Don’t hang up, baby. I’m right here.
ROGER: We did it Susan. We pulled it off.
SUSAN: When do we start the human test protocols?
ROGER: We don’t.
SUSAN: But you said we got approval. I’m confused.
ROGER: I wish you could have been there to see the reaction to your research. They ate
it up without question. They didn’t even query that we’d only reached the
animal testing phase. I mean we were only asking for the chance to move onto
human test subjects and they gave us the full stamp of approval. We go into full
production before the end of the week. They want to fast track this baby.
SUSAN: But it’s not a vaccine, Roger.
ROGER: I told them that, hell they had all your research on the table. They know that
we’ve proven that it only slows down the process in the avian species, but they
SUSAN: I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
ROGER: Maybe not, but it’s better than nothing and our stock will go through the roof.
SUSAN: It’s not about the money, Roger. It never was. It’s about saving the lives of
ROGER: I know, baby. Look, traffic is backed up but I’m on my way. I shouldn’t be
any longer than half an hour.
**There is a pause**
ROGER: What the fuck?
SUSAN: Roger, what’s wrong?
ROGER: I’m not sure… I think its more protesters; maybe… the roads blocked… give
me a minute.
SUSAN: Roger, stay in the car.
**We hear the sound of a car door opening and footsteps. We can also hear the sound of car horns and shouting**
ROGER: Jesus Christ.
**The shouting starts turning to screaming and below that we can hear the sound of moaning, a symphony of undead moans**
SUSAN: Talk to me, Roger.
ROGER: Jesus Christ, we’re too late.
**We hear the sound of running and then the slam of a car door. This is followed by Roger’s heavy breathing**
SUSAN: Roger, I’m scared. Tell me what’s happening.
ROGER: Susan, listen to me.
ROGER: Just shut up and listen… Your research… the worst case scenario… you were
wrong… its much worse and its happening now.
**The screaming and moaning is getting louder**
SUSAN: That’s not possible… a mutation of the virus would take months, if not years.
ROGER: You miscalculated, you must have.
SUSAN: I double checked everything.
**The moaning is closer than before and we can the banging of fists on Roger’s car window**
ROGER: Doesn’t matter anymore… I want you to leave the house now… drive to your
aunt's house… its gotta be safer in the country.
SUSAN: What about you? I’m not leaving without you.
ROGER: I won’t be coming home, Susan… I love you.
**There is the sound of breaking glass and the moans are now as clear as Roger’s screaming**
**At this point the tape runs out**