The First Attack- Europe 1

Traitor Raid, aged twenty-seven, was sitting on the cement flooring of his six by five

cell on level one of the CEDA building in Paris, France. His whole body ached from hunger,

fatigue, and dehydration. He had been in this camp for only two weeks, he was new to the

faces around him and felt strangely alone.

But he only needed a day to adapt to the daily schedule of the ever organized CEDA

operations. Every camp had been the same so far, he'd been shipped between at least three

different holdings. All the buildings were startling white and every doctor was covered in

the pure color head to toe.

The militia officers were dressed as crowd control police men and the kevlar's

covering their chest had the white letters reading CEDA across their breast. They all had

the same weapons, 3-round burst M16s over their shoulders and P99s in their side holsters.

Traitor was glad that he at least had a basic knowledge of weapons, thank you

crazy ex-military grandfather. But even with as much as Traitor did know, it didn't help

him, he had no chance of escape.

He and his friend Johnny Striker were Americans on a month long trip that was paid

for by Johnny's high end business job and Traitor's immense effort to try and get a job

bagging groceries.

Traitor wasn't a people person, not in the slightest. He was hot-headed and

stubborn, but he was a hero at heart, quite selfless. He had never had one interview go

well, mostly because by now he would already admit defeat before walking into the room and

introducing himself. He was too proud to simply quit though. It was a never ending circle

that Johnny constantly tried to help end, but Traitor simply wouldn't take a job from his

company.

Johnny had thought going to Europe would be a good escape from Traitor's mentally

unstable family, and from his own over demanding parents. When are you going to get

married? We want grandchildren Jonathan, more than one, and you're almost thirty! They

mentioned marriage every single time he visited them.

Johnny was in the cell three blocks down from Traitor and was carving a simple

line into the wall to have something to do. It wasn't that Johnny didn't want to have

kids, and he wasn't opposed to marriage. He'd never found the right girl, and with his

high paying job and nice-guy attitude it was hard to find a girl that liked him for him.

Not for some over-rich stud that loved to blow money on random women.

So they took an overseas flight to the London International Airport and stayed a

few nights there. While in America they had heard small little rumors about some sort of

sickness going on in the Middle East. But they neglected to look into it, they were too

eager to leave this country behind. Besides, the Middle East is far from Europe….right?

But this virus was airborne, and could be transmitted through touch, saliva,

blood, and the disease spread like wild fire one day, and then didn't move at all the

next. It was ever changing. It turned calm, patient people into rabid animals that seemed

psychopathial and degraded. Some were infected immediately, just by breathing in the Green

Flu Virus they would transform. For others they needed to be bitten, scraped, kissed,

hugged and even high-fived to catch this flu. For some it took days to change, for others

it took seconds.

Some were completely immune and those who were became sudden property of CEDA.  

CEDA was an American run government agency that claimed to be a Civilian Emergency Defense

Association. They promised to keep these so called immunities safe and put them in comfy

little town homes and guarded them safely. It all turned out to be lies as they were

rounded up and taken to Paris for decontamination and simply held in cells.

Every so often someone would mysteriously disappear in the middle of the night and

be replaced with a wide-eyed, terrified newbie. When the inmates questioned the guard on

duty the only reply they would get would be, "We are unable to release this information to

the public at this time." And that would be that.

Traitor was happy to find he and his friend were immune, but was less excited by

being held like a dying dog in a cage to torture. He had no clue Johnny was three blocks

away and Johnny had no idea his best-friend sat only about twenty feet away.  

The cell hallways were always quiet; CEDA men liked it that way. They would beat

you over the head if you were too loud and more often than not they would bring you to the

'hospital ward' to get your wounds treated and you would never be seen again.

That's why when the double doors crashed open and the sound of someone trying to

fight back CEDA guards echoed off the walls. People rushed to the bars of their cells and

watched in awe as a young woman with long golden blond hair was being dragged towards an

empty cell at the end of the hallway.

Her face was completely scratched up; fresh blood ran down her forehead and into

her open mouth. She was yelling hoarsely in German, most likely cursing the CEDA bastards

out. Her feet were bare, and also bloody as she tried to stop them from moving closer to

the cell by pushing her feet against the rough ground and locking her knees. The CEDA

dress she wore was wrinkle and ripped at the hem a bit. They succeeded in throwing her in

and slamming the barred door closed.

She rushed to the now locked door and yelled at them more, as if this would force

them to release her. Traitor was watching her in awe. For one not many girls appeared to

be immunities, so this woman was a rarity. And second, she was going purposely against

CEDA protocol. She was trying to make as much noise as she could.

Eventually the CEDA officers simply left the room and moved on to look over other

inmates, shaking their heads and laughing at the fact that they didn't even speak German.

Traitor took the first opportunity to speak to her, "Hello?" he said, looking to her cell.

She was in the block diagonal from his, she looked up from examining a cut on her

forearm and blinked hard.

"Do you speak English?" he asked and she nodded, wiping blood from her mouth and

leaning against the back wall of her cell.

"Why're you all beat up?" he asked her and she replied, in a decent accent with;

"Because, CEDA like to beat up scientists zat are smarter zen zem."

Traitor was suddenly confused, this girl was a scientist? "You're a scientist?" he

questioned and she glared, "Zat is vut I just said, ja? CEDA went all ze vay to Berlin

just to rip me from my lab and declare me a terrorist" she snapped and Traitor took

offense, this girl was being a little too touchy. He decided to worry about it later,

besides, he'd be a little pissed if someone declared him a terrorist.

"A terrorist against who?" someone in the background answered and the girl looked

up, trying to find the man that had asked. She said, in a neutral voice, "Against humanity

of course."

"Why?" Traitor asked incredulously, the girl crossed her arms and pursed her lips.

"Because, I vus preforming biological experiments on infected persons." She said, as if it

was perfectly normal to experiment on people, even if those people are actually mindless

flesh eaters.

"You preformed experiments on infected?" Traitor asked in hushed tones as the room

exploded with chatter.

"To develop a cure, ja. My family was infected as vell. Apparently CEDA doesn't

vant a cure." The girl said, looking around at all of the surrounding inmates with a

surprised expression. She was acting very weirdly about cutting open people, like it was

socially acceptable to do so.

"Well, did you make a cure?" Traitor asked, she shrugged, "I suppose, I developed

a metaphoric cure. I know vhat needs to be in it. Vhat machines I need. How much time it

vill take." She answered him.

"Did you tell them?" Traitor asked, "That you know how to make the cure?" she

nodded, "More zan once, and in more zan one language. CEDA has always been zis way." She

said.

Traitor was eager to find out why CEDA did not want a cure. But in his hesitation

to talk to the girl another man with a British accent piped up, "And who are you?" he

asked. The girl looked over to his cell and said, "Dr. Sofia Kellar, and you?" she asked,

"I'm Jacob, and I wanna know how you know CEDA doesn't want the cure"

"Vell, as I stated before, I told zem I had the means to make a cure and zey

ignored me. I tried and tried, but zey continue to be idiotic," Sofia said, rolling her

eyes.

"Continue? Have you had contact with CEDA before?" Jacob asked, that was when

Traitor realized that no one had any clue who the hell CEDA was. It was a mainly American

agency.

"CEDA is a government agency for my country." Traitor said before thinking,

"They're supposed to help prevent shit like this from happening, my friend Johnny helped

fund some of their programs…" he trailed off.

"Traitor?" a voice exclaimed from down the hallway, "Johnny?" Traitor replied with

a he leaned as far forward as he could trying to see his friend.