"This is it, our extinction level event," Paul Adewale said, and the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, stoic Nigerian military officer looked at the screen, and shook his head. He sat in his living room, staring in pure astonishment at the TV screen. Along with everyone else in the City of Lagos, Nigeria, Paul Adewale watched as the United States of America, the world's mightiest nation, fell to the Plague. When the world is ending, there's really nothing else on television. Even Nigeria's Nollywood and its soap operas and cringy comedies took second fiddle to what was happening in the western hemisphere...
The world was ending, and just like countless apocalyptic movies and television shows had predicted, the governments were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. No one seemed to know what to do. There was a lot of panic, and even worse, tons of disinformation. The ones in charge didn't trust their counterparts in other countries with the information that they had. In these chaotic early days, when the leaders of the world should have banded together against a common threat, they turned their backs against each other. This is how the world ends.
What began as a rumored virus, easily dismissed as nonsense, now had the world firmly in its grip. The flu-like Plague killed three hundred thousand Americans, but it didn't stop there. Some of the recently dead had begun to rise and now shambled through the streets of various U.S. cities, ravenous for the flesh of the living. The media refused to call them Zombies, referring to them as cannibals, but it was clear to anyone with a brain that these things weren't human anymore. The world was in deep trouble, and Paul feared for himself and his countrymen.
"Father, don't say that," said Patricia Adewale, and the young cadet looked at her father Paul, astonished by his defeatist attitude. In her nineteen years upon this earth, Patricia had never seen her father look so worried or forlorn. Paul looked at his daughter and flashed her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Patricia was on leave for the weekend from the Nigerian Defence Academy, the top military school in all of West Africa. Paul was proud of his daughter Patricia, he just wished the end of the world hadn't soured their reunion...
"We will beat this thing somehow," Paul said, and Patricia nodded, thrilled to see her father steeling himself to do what needed to be done. He'd always been her rock. Sure, nations like America and Canada had fallen, and Europe was not far behind, but Africa had always managed to take care of itself. In the West, folks lives were easy. They had access to good schools, good food, reliable technology, sturdy infrastructure, police, military and government. In Africa, for the locals, every day is a crisis, and everyone must learn to fend for themselves with no help from the Powers That Be. Patricia Adewale had every confidence that her people would survive...
"I am going to contact the High Command, we must prepare," Paul Adewale said firmly. He'd been in the Armed Forces of Nigeria for over twenty years and had risen to the rank of Colonel. The Plague which was devastating North America and Europe would make its way to Africa sooner or later, and Paul intended to be ready. After fighting everyone from rebel troops to terrorists and fanatics, Paul was not about to let his beloved Nigeria fall to the teeth of the Undead. He would kill every Zombie on this miserable planet first...
