Fish 7 Days

Prologue 1 day 1

"Evening Trev, are you ready for another one?" Sheila asks, seeing the Radio 2 DJ walking towards the studio.

"Hey Shel" he says, seeeing her blow out a big puff of smoke from her e-cig. She stands there with about a dozen others, all creating a huge cloud with all sorts of fruity smells floating about.

"what have we got on for tonight?" he asks as they both walk through the doors into the reception off the big British television company.

"Same as always," she sighs. "Oh we have got a funny bit of static coming through, but nothing stopping us from broadcasting. The tech lads are on it anyway. How was your run today? The weather's been crap all day"

"Its fine I quite prefer it. It keeps me cool," he says as they get in the elevator. He selects the floor, and when the doors slide shut, they feel the lift heading up.

He glances across at her and sees she's a bit off-colour "are you ok" he asks.

"Eh?" She jumps, then answers, 'Oh yes, I think I might be getting something. I feel a bit achy, but I'm fine," she says, shruging her shoulders.

After a few more seconds, the lift goes "Ding" and they spit up, going to their relevant areas "see you in a bit," she says, looking over her shoulder, and he raises her hands in acknowledgment.

It's just after nine, and Trevors show starts at 10PM, so he goes to his desk and starts looking at the playlist for the night and over the few games and features he has going on he's show.

At quarter to ten, he heads to the studio, walking past another booth where the 9 o'clock DJ is talking away to the listeners.

He gets to his studio and gets settled. He puts his headphones on, pulls the microphone in close, and listens the 10 o'clock news while preparing to go on air.

The news finishes. He presses a button, and off starts the jingle for hes show. A musical voice comes on, singing and playing his intro. Ten seconds later, he goes live.

"Gooooood evening my Rhythm Nation! Its me, Trever Nelson. Monday the 23rd of September, and i'm with you for the next two hours. We have our usual 'Five seconds to name,' Musical Youth, and lots of fine music along the way. But first, ironically, to start off we have 'Let the Music Play,' a nice bit off Barry white."

He presses the button and out comes the baritone of Barry. He flicks a switch and looks over to the office on the other side of the glass.

"Shel" he says, standing up, "My screen's all over the place here--flickering and glitching. Is that what you were on about before?"

"Yes" she replies. "Everyone said it chills out once everything warms up."

He sits back down and and starts going through the apps and controls. He can see it's still glitching, but does seem to be getting a bit better.

As the song gets just over a minute in, he looks at the screen displaying the frequencies of the track. Suddenly, a huge spike flies across, nearly filling all the screens with static. They fade in and out, and everyone wearing headphones throws them off as a massively high-pitched noise comes through. It only for a split second, but it was so high-pitched that people couldn't help but react.

Trevor sits there with hes eyes closed tightly, squeezing the sides of he's head. Yet, in the background, the music continues to play, just as Barry said, even though all the people in the studio can hear is a buzzing in their ears. All anybody listening on the radio heard when it happened was like a slight scratch, like a needle on a vinal record.

But what people don't hear in that split second is a signal going out on every radio on the planet, every TV signal, and every phone active on a live app like Facebook, X, or Tick Tok. All around the planet at 10:05 PM GMT, a signat travels--unheard by the human ear.

About 10 seconds go by before Trevor regains his hearing and starts to hear Barry again coming from the speakers. He then looks up through the glass and notices Shel. To him, it looks like shes having a seizure.
He jumps out of his chair and runs to exit, bursting through the door leading in to the production office.

He sees Sheila convulsing in her chair, and her skin going yellow.

"Pin her down" Trevor shouts. "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself!"

"Were trying' one of the other production members yells back"

It goes hectic for the next minute as they hold her' feeling her body getting colder even as she screams and thrashes about. Everyone is shouting orders and fighting her, she seems so strong, as if pain doesn't bother her. Suddenly, she arches her back screams one last time-- so loud that everyone lets go of and steps back.

Then silence, as she slumps back down, lifeless.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?" Trev says.

"Check her pulse!" someone shouts. No one seems to want to go near her, Trevor shakes his head and moves in, reaching his arm to check her pulse as she lies there in her production chair.

As soon as he places his finger tips on her neck, her eyes snap open--as white as a piece of paper with no pupils. She turns and locks eyes with Trevor, snarls, curls her lips back, and lunges for hes arm. Her teeth rip a huge chunk out of his forearm. She snaps her head back, actually chewing hes skin as blood flies everywhere.

He starts screaming. Seconds later, Trevor is on the floor trying to stop the bleeding. Everyone else starts screaming too, and she snaps her head up, jumps, and dives for another member of the team. She lands on him, taking a chunk out of his neck and digging her teeth into his jugular. she bites so hard that when she pulls back, everyone sees her ripping his Adams apple right out of he's throat.

He tries to scream but cant. Everyone else does, though, again it gets her attention again. Shes off, attacking anyone she sees or hears, biting and chewing with so much anger, then pleasure, as she eats.

Trevor sits there, curled up in the production office, seeing all of this as she burst through the door. After biting all four staff members, she runs out the door and into the rest of the building, Three people are down-- dead or dying-- and Trevor sits there panting, his hand on his arm, trying to stop the bleeding.

One minute later his heart slows and he feels that he's dying.

"What the fuck" he says as he takes his last breath.

Then, another minute later his eyes snap open, He just lies there with Milky eyes, breathing fast, until someone screams in the corridor. Bang--he's up, running for the door, snarling and snapping he's teeth, looking for a meal.

Meanwhile, three floors up in the building, the 10 o'clock news TV studio is in disarray as people and monsters fight and die, getting ripped apart. Everyone at home can see the footage, but they don't see it for long, as nearly every household in the world starts to fight for their life. From their kids, parents, or even strangers in the street, people start fighting and eating each other.

Within five minutes, everybody in the building is dead. Within thirty minutes every city and town is in flames. The loss of people is equivalent of a nuke going off all over the world--except instead off people not being there, there are monsters. The living dead. The undead, fucking zombies hundred of thousands--no millions.

Within 24 hours, the world as we know it ends. The living population is now at an extinction level.