Welcome to Unwritten's February blog event! Of course, this is the month of love, so I wanted to celebrate that theme as I've done in year's past. But this year, I've decided to add a scientific spin to it. All month long, talented authors from several genres will write about some aspect of love from their books as it relates to science. It could be social, psychological, biological, or anything in between. Our blog event is sponsored by "HMC by Kate", a fabulous independent jewelry crafter. Kate's giving away one of her very beautiful necklaces that I think fits our theme perfectly. She's also offering everyone who stops in a 10% discount on any item from her Etsy store. Be sure to enter the giveaway at the end of this post and check out her lovely offerings! Without further ado, please welcome our guest author:
Let’s
Get Scientifical in Peter Welmerink’s Post-Post Apocalyptic TRANSPORT World
By
Peter Welmerink
My
current book series is fictional Military Action Adventure in a post-post
zombie apocalyptic world. We’ve survived. They’ve survived. Like the history of
the world, we roll in and out of chaos. We move onward, or not. We find means
of survival, or not. We rise and fall like waves on the ocean.
What
happens when the world is turned on its head? When the undead walk the line,
not to eat brains but to survive like any other… creature? And what happens
when NEW LIFE comes into play under strange circumstances?
The
included transcript is dated Monday February 8th 2027 and may shine
some light on the subject.
# [EXCERPT from TRANSPORT by Peter Welmerink]
LCpl
Loutonia Phelps sat within the dimly lit office of military psychologist
Captain Edwin Sparks. The man before her rested one hand on the top of his
mahogany desk, and tapped his fingers on the polished wood. Holding pen, his
other hand scribbled notes as Loutonia
“After
Jacob… changed, and departed,” she swallowed hard and shook her head as if
trying to expunge some awful image. “I thought it was the end of our
relationship. And then I found out I was carrying his child.”
“This
pregnancy has been hard for you, both physically and emotionally. I know the
doctors had asked you a few times to terminate it due to the potential the baby
is…”
Loutonia
folded her arms across her chest, resting her arms atop the expanse of her 9-month
bulge. “We don’t need to rehash that. As
you can see, nothing has happened to me or the baby. We’re both perfectly
fine.”
“The
child was conceived when Jacob wasn’t quite… himself.”
“It
was still conceived out of love. Love we had for each other,” she said. “If
Jake was here I am sure he would’ve wanted me to push through the struggles like
I did.”
“And
you’re still willing to take a chance the child will be normal. The vaccine the
military gave you when the virus ran rampant should’ve made you both sterile.
Your time working outside the city, in the wastes of society, fighting and
being wounded by diseased creatures,” Sparks explained. “And then what happened
to your captain...”
Pushing
herself up onto her swollen feet, Loutonia pointed a finger at the Army
psychologist. “If this is some last ditch effort someone has put you up to, to
take this baby, it’s still a no-go. I’m carrying this child through to the
end.”
“To
the end of what? To the end of yourself? The end of humanity?” Sparks shook his
head, starting to become angry. “You don’t know what you carry in your belly.
The doctors have not been able to find a heartbeat in the last month yet the
creature still moves within you. Whatever you and Captain Jacob Billet
conceived during his… change… may be an abomination that evolves into the end
of us all.”
“It’s
a baby, sir.” Loutonia snarled at Sparks. “Whatever ‘abnormality’ I have that
makes it so the monitors and ultrasounds can’t detect the child… I know it
still lives and will be brought into this world naturally and with love. It’s
not going to come out with a pitchfork or handgun, or fangs and start eating
people.”
Sparks
took a moment to compose himself. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled. “The world
is a different place now, Miss Phelps. The Living survive in pocket colonies.
The Dead wander the lands outside our walls. Others, crazed enough to try and
survive outside, threaten our fragile existence. And you want to bring a child
into THIS world, a child who may have been dangerously mutated by, well… us.”
Loutonia
relaxed, unfolded her steely arms. She dropped her hands to her belly, running
across the expanse. She hoped to feel the baby kick or move. It did not, but
her body did not reject the child or react negatively if it was no longer
alive. But something in her mind and heart said to not give up. The baby’s
father, Captain Jacob Billet, her commander, her friend, her lover, would’ve
not given up unless she said it needed to be so.
“I
am not going to give in or give up on this miracle within me, regardless of the
world, regardless of the things we fight every day. We continue to have hope, and
not let despair overwhelm us. We continue to fight adversity, and refuse to
give up our privileges.” She rubbed her extended abdomen lovingly. “I will not
give up on this future inside me no matter what. If this child was conceived
out of love, like it was, it can be no sin.”
“Our
time is up, Corporal. I will see you after the birth,” Sparks said.
“Thank
you, sir.” Loutonia said, saluted, and walked slowly to the office door.
Her
hand reached for the door knob but it turned and opened as if on its own.
Swinging open, her friends, the remaining crew of her military transport, the
HURON, greeted her: tall, lanky marksman Eddie Mulholland; stumpy, hairy as a
Silverback gorilla, Sgt. James Stokes; navigator Colter Campau scratching at his
shoulder blade where his prosthetic arm was attached.
“Everything
okay?” Eddie Mulholland asked.
“Perfect,”
Loutonia replied.
She
would not consider anything less.
#
Wednesday
May 15 2075
From
the ledger of Jacob Louis Phelps-Billet---
They
buried my mother over the weekend. She lived to the ripe old age of 82. In this
day and age, and even back when she was in her prime, it is and was a miracle
she made it this far. Going through her things I found several diaries that
date way back to when the world was turned on its head—the H7N9 viral pandemic
which caused the “zombie apocalypse.” Funny really as the only things she wrote
were about day to day activities with other soldiers, mainly her crew mates,
and my father. I did read one little section that disturbed me, when she was
pregnant with me, her doctors and even some of the military authorities had
tried to make her abort me. I am glad she didn’t and probably others are also.
I
write this as we man-up for a mission to New Holland, to bring back the
lakeshore populace, as many as we can, before the lights go out and they are
left defenseless. The steam engine is readying up. Our horse-drawn trucks are
tethered and waiting.
I
almost wish we were going to run across the zombies of olde versus the huge
mutated creatures that stalk the outskirts of town. Zombies never would evade
you, never second guess you. They were not smart predators.
May
the good Lord and my mother and father be watching out for me and my men. We
will need it.
Major
General J.L. Phelps-Billet
GRCC
Commander
May
2075
#
# #
BIO
Peter
Welmerink can be found at www.peterwelmerink.com and www.grandrapidsaltered.blogspot.com. He writes Military
Action-Adventure and Epic Fantasy. He is married and tries to quell his small
barbarian tribe of three boys when he can.
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