Lagos Island,
Location: Unknown,
Sunday 29th March, 2020.
They have been waiting for 45 minutes since the last of the other couples left the Ultimate Love pad.
They don't need an announcement to know that they came out victorious and they kiss each other passionately and touch themselves in places they will most likely explore after getting off the show.
The green bulb on top of the exit door blinks accompanied by a bell ring.
A ladies voice comes to live on the intercom.
"Love guests have one minute to leave the Ultimate love pad for the last time."
Double Chris takes a last glance at the love pad and walk leisurely to the exit.
They walk through it and the door closes behind them.
Once again, the voice speaks on the intercom.
" At the end of this tunnel is a room to your right; enter it for briefing."
They do as they are asked, and in the room, there are two black seats in front of a screen.
The room is white washed and there is a single camera, revolving overhead.
The screen comes on and Aunty Adesuwa is on the screen.
"Welcome finalists, please have your seats. . . this is a pre-recorded video and I will like to bring you up to speed in 2 minutes."
Aunty is standing with her back to the door in what seems like the control room for the Ultimate Love show and something is banging loudly at the door behind her.
"The world as you know it has come to an end; while you guys were in the Love Pad, a virus called COVID-19 was released in a place called Wuhan in China." She is talking, but she is looking back every now and then at the banging and snarling noises on the other side of the door.
"What started out as symptoms for a common cold, broke out to a worldwide pandemic which we managed with a global quarantine; or so we thought."
There are several dents in the door behind her right now and she starts talking fast.
"The US government warned the world that this virus was targeting certain abnormalities in humans, and some humans might exhibit extremely abnormal characteristics. . . nothing on earth prepared us for what people will become in the comfort of thier homes during the quarantine."
Just then, a very hefty arm bursts through the solid wooden door behind her and Double Chris catch a glimpse of what ghastly beings had been hitting at the door - it was humans; bloodied, ravenous and rabid looking Nigerians.
"We were supposed to walk each couple to quarantine today, but one of these nasty beings had snuck into the grounds and with one bite had infected many."
The door is giving way now and Double Chris can't sit anymore.
"Head for canopy 15, you should get some supplies and ammunition there. . . In anything you do, don't get bitten."
The door breaks in and they grab Aunty Adesuwa, sinking thier teeth in every part of her body and drawing fine streams of red blood; and just as one of them is about to sink its already bloodied teeth into her neck, Aunty screams.
"Aim for the head, goddammit, the head." and then it's all gurgles.
Chris is laughing and is trying make small talk of the video still playing in front of them.
"These guy's are funny, this must be another love test, they probably want to see how we will work together under life changing circumstances." he says.
Female Chris won't have any of that and she is petrified.
"How can you say that? Can't you see they are eating her?"
"I guess it's just make up; make up artists are pretty good nowadays." he replies her.
One of the mindless humans in the control room, stand up from her body.
He is holding a well manicured palm and is licking between the fingers leasurely.
He bites off half of the middle finger and starts munching away, then commences to fiddle at all the controls on the dashboard.
The zombie hits a button and the intercom in the video says,
"Love guests have one minute to leave the Ultimate love pad for the last time."
He grunts and hits the camera off its stand, it falls off and is pointed to a screen in the control room.
On the screen, Double Chris see themselves from minutes ago, kissing for the last time in the love pad before exiting the love pad through the dark tunnel and then entering this room.
Chris had seen enough to believe, he grabs her hand firmly.
"We need to look for canopy 15, now."
They exit the room as silently as possible and it is only now that they can hear grunting sounds and what seems like shuffling of feet.
They get to a hall, full of seats scattered everywhere and a stage with dancing lights and numerous effects dancing on large LCD screens.
This was supposed to be the location for the final show, but everything was messy and bloody.
There are body parts all over the place and accessories.
They are just about moving forward when a lone iPhone 11 max on the floor begins to ring.
A huge, light skinned and curvy figure bursts into the room and dives at the ringing phone.
She sinks her teeth into it and hungrily bites through screen and panel.
She munchies on the phone for a second more before spitting it out disgusted.
All the while Double Chris stand motionless; watching as Rosie drops the phone, walks to the wall and commences hitting her head angrily on it.
Rosie and Kachie had left the Love Pad before them and must have been bitten; Chris had seen a lot of zombie movies, where the virus starts to change the host in about 24 hours, but this virus was indeed fast.
Chris places his finger on his lips and motions for them to sneak past; they almost succeed, but female Chris left leg chooses this as a perfect time to crack.
Rosie turns sharply to look at them, he eyes are sunken and crazed, her teeth is bloodied and riddled with flesh.
With a blood curling snarl, she charges at Double Chris, this makes her huge left breast escape her tartered low neck gown and wave about angrily in the air.
In other circumstances, this will have been a welcome sight, but right now, it isn't.
Run!!!
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