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Of Blood And Politics
(Christopher Newman)

Of Blood and Politics



This prequel to Uprising traces the first outbreaks of three plagues slowly starting to appear in an all too realistic near future United States. As the public begins to become aware of zombies rising, the powers that be are trying to suppress the truth to avoid a public panic, but their efforts are too harsh. To make matters worse they have decided to "quarantine" what they've come to call Level III mutations, namely vampires. 



People like Rosalina Martinez and John Benedict find their treasured civil rights being violated by an uncaring CDC and its agents. John and Rosalina must struggle to remain free or become subjects of terrible experiments by Doctor Igor Lapinski at the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, Georgia.



But those stricken by vampirism can't come together as a single force for their own survival. It is a race against time to try to unite their self-help organization, retain the right to live free and avoid the quarantine. It is the beginning of the end of the world as we know it.



Excerpt



"Miss Martinez," the woman began, "my name is Doctor Heather Taylor and I'm from the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta. These are my associates Mr. Jones and Mr. Purdue."



"Go away," Rosalina heard herself snarl.



"Now we really can't do that, can we? It is imperative that you come with us so we can better treat you. Our facilities are the most advanced and the people there are the brightest minds in the United States. Surely you want to get well, don't you?"



"I'm fine."



"No, you're not. You have contracted some sort of virus that has mutated you on a genetic level. This is not normal, nor is it healthy."



"Don"t come any closer, lady!"



The two men who were flanking this strange woman began reaching into their pockets. With narrowing eyes and a low growl in her throat, Rosalina bunched up her muscles. Withdrawing small black devices from the confines of their suit jackets, they began testing the tazers. She flinched at the snapping sound and the small arcs of bluish-white light. A harsh whiff of ozone searing into her nostrils furthered the hot rage building in her soul.



"Please we have no desire to hurt you. If you come along quietly it will be better for everyone. If you resist, we will be forced to subdue you." Taylor smiled.



"Forget it, bitch!" she spat with a laugh. "I'm not going anywhere!"



"Take her."



The men rushed from opposite sides, neatly cutting off any avenue of escape and their leader stood in the center, smugly smirking at Rosalina's predicament. She felt a feral grin twisting her features just before she gave into her self-preservation instincts. Launching her body forward, she left her assailants clutching at empty air. Soaring across the distance between herself and the CDC lady, she struck out with her right fist. The solid impact sent vibrations up her arm and into her shoulder. It was like slow-motion- the smearing of the brunette's features, the popping sound of her nose breaking, and the crimson splash of blood. Bearing Taylor to the floor, she began executing a flawless somersault that would leave her standing at the threshold of the hallway. It did exactly that.