Well, after a month of waiting to see if anyone else would read the first part, here's the second!

So, according to my new "handler," there was a strange outbreak going on in Africa on the border of the Sahara Desert that was like nothing else. These zombies apparently were fast, intelligent, and could communicate. Or so a group of missionaries who narrowly escaped their clutches said. Gary wanted me to go in and check it out and try to determine the source of the outbreak and look for survivors. Alone, with nothing but unmarked equipment and supplies.

"Hold on, what the hell is going on for you to send in one guy, me of all people, with unmarked gear to extract survivors? How is this supposed to work and why?" Gary considered my question for only a moment and told me, "We don't want to be accountable, we don't know what's happening, so we can't send in military personnel with no experience fighting these things and have huge casualties on our hands. The fact is, the odds are against this mission's success, but we have to do it anyway. And with the promise of payment and freedom, you're probably the only non military guy we could get to do it."

The honest tone in his voice genuinely shocked me. After months of being bull****ed by this guy and his buddies, I didn't expect to finally be told the whole truth. I pushed my fingers of either hand into my temples and tried to think how to respond. Well, I didn't want to rot in here, so I supposed I only had one choice. "Fine."