Post by corvette1710 on Apr 6, 2014 17:18:36 GMT
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Caesar’s cold green eyes regarded the scene before him.
The humans he saw on the bridge and across the bay were violently assaulting each other, but he noticed marked differences in the pallor of some of the humans’ skins, a distinct greyness in appearance that set them apart from their fearful counterparts.
He felt a tap on his furred shoulder from Maurice, an orangutan whose discovery of Caesar’s intelligence had perhaps founded the rebellion he placed nearly three years past.
“Tell me what you see,” great leader; “...I am too old...” to discern any difference between the humans beyond their location. He conveyed in a mixture of American Sign Language and English.
“I see…” incredibly unusual humans “...chasing…” normal humans.
Why?
“I know not.” Caesar’s thoughts were as plagued by curiosity as humanity was by its observable situation; clearly, there were two sides to humanity’s newly-minted coin that Caesar was yet to discover. One, he knew, had to be humans like Rod-Man. The other side was intrinsically foreign to him.
Over the next few days, Caesar’s will to obtain knowledge ate away at him, like he so saw the new humans do to the old.
“I see…” Caesar, that “...you…” are consumed by interest in the affairs of mankind. “They…” have allowed us this refuge, a place of peace among the redwoods. Maurice’s words made clear to the other apes the obvious: Caesar’s lust for knowledge was indeed lust. He felt trapped by the bounds he’d set in his last bout against the humans, when he’d obtained the Muir Woods Park for himself and his ilk.
Lately, he’d noticed that the chemicals he’d used on the apes he’d freed had adverse effects on humans-- they bled from the nose and eventually died after a brief period of fitness.
But perhaps the viral agent that so benefited apes… was a fatal, incurable disease in the body of a human. And perhaps, this deteriorated brain function in men. This thought was rather unimaginable to Caesar. He had to know why.
On the fifth day of his starvation from knowledge, Caesar’s will finally broke and he assembled a team, including Rocket, three gorillas, four chimps, a bonobo, and himself to look into the surrounding city-- as of late, activity was reduced to seeing ten or twenty pallid humans a day, and perhaps a tenth as many in good health.
They met no resistance leaving the park, something Caesar found disconcerting immediately. Usually he and his entourage would be stopped and politely escorted back into the woods by an attendant of some kind.
But now, he was free… free to do what he pleased, so far as he was concerned.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of rending flesh, chewing, and a moan of some kind. He could smell blood, feces, and the stink of rot and death.
He couldn’t tell quite where it came from, though. There were countless cars run into the sides of the bridge, and the sound, so far as he could tell, could come from any of three in front of him, all empty and all blood-stained.
Teeth gnashed in the mouths of the apes beside him. They heard it too. They smelt it. They smelt the gore, the rage of ferine hormones-- long-since stale, no longer being produced, but they could smell what they clung to.
Caesar instructed with crude points of his fingers for one gorilla each to look behind the run-down cars, several days abandoned.
A short hoot emitted from the middle gorilla, whose name was Hector, as Caesar recalled, denoted that the source was behind his assigned car.
As Caesar made his way to the gorilla, the much larger ape suddenly backed up, snorting in agitation.
When Hector had moved out of the way, Caesar saw one of the pallid, sick humans, stumbling clumsily but quickly over the car in pursuit of Hector. It was distinctly very aggressive, running at them immediately after clearing the car.
“Kill,” Caesar commanded Hector, brow furrowed in study of the new creature.
Hector complied immediately, his gargantuan fist smashing into the thing’s sternum with a resounding thud, followed on contact with a crack, sending the monster flying back into the car.
By this time, the other gorillas had also backed up beside Hector, protecting their leader, forming a wall of muscle and meat.
“SEE!” Caesar bellowed, which he meant to be interpreted as “get out of the way.”
Coyly, they inched sidewards, heads bowed to Caesar.
He could see this new foe struggling back to its feet, mashed organs and splintered bones alike pouring from it. While its insides emptied at its feet, it still came, feet squishing in the puddles of what used to be essential components of its body.
Caesar did not understand.
“Kill,” he repeated gruffly.
Hector complied, hitting it once more in the torso. This time, though, Hector’s huge fist broke through the thing’s spine, his hand emerging from the other side. It gripped his arm and sank its teeth into his wrist. Hector howled, his other fist coming down in quick succession with the bite to bash in the skull of the thing to a chunky paste. Finally, it no longer moved.
Caesar’s understanding of the unwell humans began to grow. They need to be hit on the head to fight no more… they have no wish to communicate, he signed to the other apes.
Hector seemed unaffected by the bite, other than the fact that it stung.
Caesar took a personal look at the wound. Already, it was beginning to scab over. After half an hour, it no longer bled.
Caesar’s next command was to continue into the city. His word went undisputed. One of the badmen, as he coined the term, was easily killed by Hector. He carefully calculated they could easily handle many more if there was a need.
Their path back into the city was uninterrupted, climbing deftly over misplaced cars and dividers. They met no more badmen until they got to the end of the bridge, when they found out why.
There, blocked from wandering onto the bridge by buses stacked into pyramids somehow, was a mass of badmen. Their eyes glowed green, like Caesar’s and all the other apes’, but where Caesar’s was a steely gaze, theirs were sick and broken.
The apes scaled the buses and stood at the top of the pyramid.
Caesar knew what had to be done.
“KILL!”
They descended swiftly onto the horde, numbering close to two hundred infected badmen.
Their deaths were not slow, at least. Even if their nerve endings hadn’t shut down they wouldn’t have felt much pain because of how quickly they were dispatched.
Hector and the other two gorillas, Bada and Bing, brothers, could clear swarms on their own, using their fists, parking meters, mailboxes, sewer lids, and anything else that could be lifted and swung to annihilate efficiently.
Caesar, the other four chimps, and the bonobo each had their own ways to kill the badmen. Jaw splitting, head smashing, hubcap-hurling and skull-separating became commonplace on the battlefield.
Within minutes, the badmen were killed. All two hundred-odd of them, destroyed and done with and dead.
But more were coming, Caesar could observe. His powers of deduction told him that since this was once a very large city with many people, there would at this point also be many badmen. They needed to prepare. Already there were more showing up at the intersection a block over. They heard the carnage and were attracted.
“DESTROY!” Caesar bellowed, ripping the post from a fence to his left and pointing with it. He pointed to the intersection, where a multitude of badmen had started to congregate, looking for them.
“KILL!”
*****
So, as you can probably tell at this point, due to the fact that ALZ-113 created the apes as they are in the story, they’re immune to the infection, and will not be turning into zombies if bitten, scratched, etc. They can dispatch hundreds of the zombies in minutes as a group of ten, as showcased so subtly and eloquently by yours truly… their challenge is to eliminate all the zombies in San Francisco starting from the bridge linking the Muir Woods to the mainland and expanding out.
-Corvette1710
Caesar vs The Infected (28 Days Later)
