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Pedro Santos


After the 2030 World Cup, a deadly virus originating from Africa rapidly spread throughout the world, leading to the collapse of civilization as we know it. The protagonist of the story, Jobe, is a young English football player who won the World Cup title but had little time to enjoy his victory as chaos quickly ensued in the cities, turning the world into an apocalyptic scenario of zombies. Jobe struggles to survive in a hostile and dangerous environment. During his journey, he meets a South Korean named Daichi, who becomes his partner and loyal friend as they fight together to survive, seeking shelter, allies, food, and security.


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The Zeit Virus

(Translation by Chat GPT, official version is in Portuguese.)


The virus that caused the collapse of civilization originated from a genetic mutation in a common virus, which occurred in a remote area of Africa. The first cases were reported in isolated villages and didn't receive proper attention, allowing the virus to spread silently. By the time the first cases started appearing in urban centers, it was already too late. The highly contagious virus rapidly spread throughout the world, especially during major events like the 2030 World Cup, which brought together millions of people from around the globe, quickly and efficiently spreading the virus to all continents. Symptoms included high fever, difficulty breathing, bloodshot and bulging eyes. The government failed to control the spread of the virus, and society's infrastructure fell into ruins, leaving survivors fighting for survival in an apocalyptic world.


The virus that caused the post-World Cup pandemic is a highly infectious virus that spreads through particles such as saliva or blood. The virus acts swiftly in the body, penetrating cells and altering their DNA. It moves rapidly through the nervous system, attacking neurons and altering brain chemistry.


The result is a complete transformation of human behavior. The virus is capable of controlling basic brain functions, such as muscular control, causing the infected to lose coordination and balance. They also lose their ability to reason and instead become driven by an insatiable desire to consume blood and human flesh.


The only known way to kill a zombie is by destroying the brain, as the rest of the body is unaffected by the virus.


Due to the large number of people who traveled to England for the 2030 World Cup, including infected individuals from Africa, the virus quickly spread throughout Europe and then the world. Many people were unknowingly infected and carried the virus to their home countries, further accelerating its spread.


Jobe, a 22-year-old striker, was ecstatic as he celebrated his national team, England's victory in the 2030 World Cup with his teammates. They were traveling through the streets on an open bus, greeting the crowd of fans celebrating in the streets.


Suddenly, a chilling scream echoed through the crowd, and within seconds, people started running in all directions, screaming and stumbling. The bus violently shook as it tried to navigate through the panicked crowd.


Jobe felt his heart race in his chest as he saw a horde of deformed and inhuman creatures running towards the bus. He immediately knew something very bad was happening. Jobe jumped off the bus and ran towards a nearby alley where he found a South Korean named Daichi being chased and cornered by a zombie.


"Let's get out of here!" Jobe shouted as he fought off the zombie. He realized that Daichi, too, was a desperate young man trying to survive. Together, they ran through the streets in a panic, trying to find a safe place to hide.


"How could this have happened?!" Jobe gasped.


"I think the virus was brought here by people who came to watch the World Cup. Most of them were from Africa and may have brought the virus with them. I had heard about this virus on Twitter, but I thought it was just a rumor or a made-up story," Daichi replied, clearly frightened and out of breath.


Jobe realized they didn't have time to stand still and talk. They continued running and eventually found what appeared to be an evacuated and empty building where they took refuge.


As they rested, Jobe wondered how they could survive in such a hostile and dangerous world. He knew the battle for survival would be long and arduous, but he was determined to keep fighting alongside his newfound friend, Daichi.


Suddenly, they heard a voice coming from an abandoned radio on the floor. It was the emergency broadcast from the British government, discussing the deadly virus and the collapse of civilization. Jobe and Daichi looked at each other in disbelief.


"What the hell is this? How did this happen?" Jobe exclaimed, incredulous.


"This can't be real," Daichi responded, wide-eyed.


The broadcast continued, explaining that most of the military had been infected during the victory parade, and the government was assembling a special team to respond to zombie attacks.


"So the government will sort everything out, right? They'll send armed guys to deal with this shit," Jobe said hopefully.


But before they could hear more information, the transmission was cut off, and the radio went silent.


"What the hell is going on? They can't just leave us in the dark like this!" Daichi shouted in frustration.


After cautiously searching through a few rooms in the abandoned building, Jobe and Daichi found some kitchen knives, two communication radios, as well as a few capsules and medicine. With their findings in hand, the two friends sat in a corner of the building, discussing what they should do next.


"We can't stay holed up here forever, man. We need more weapons, more food, and more people," Jobe said, worried.


"I know, but where are we going to find all that? We can't just run around the city, especially when we don't know where to go," Daichi replied, visibly concerned.


"Maybe what we need to do is find a safer place. Like a police station or a military base, and I think there's one nearby... There we'll have access to real weapons and maybe even be able to join other survivors," Jobe suggested.


Daichi looked at him, hesitant. "Do you think it's worth the risk?"


Jobe nodded. "It's better than staying here and waiting for death. Let's move while we still can."


Jobe glanced at Daichi's backpack curiously and asked, "What do you have in your backpack?"


"I have my laptop, cellphone, and some things I use for work, and maybe they can be useful for something," Daichi replied as he put the backpack on his back.


"Damn, you're carrying all that? That's not a good idea," Jobe said, looking at Daichi's backpack with concern.


"I need all this for my work, Jobe," Daichi replied, raising his hands in defense. "And what about you, what do you have in your backpack?"


"I only have a few keys, my cellphone, documents, and clothes," Jobe said, looking at his empty backpack.


"You don't have anything useful in there?" Daichi asked, surprised.


"No, I wasn't thinking of taking anything, and the rest of my stuff was inside the bus," Jobe replied, shrugging.


"Okay, then let's go," Daichi said, leading the way out of the abandoned building.


They moved stealthily through the deserted streets, always staying behind parked cars and high walls. Jobe and Daichi spoke in whispers, trying not to attract the attention of any nearby zombies.


"Look, man, another body on the ground," Daichi whispered, pointing to a decomposing corpse on the sidewalk.


Jobe nodded, looking around cautiously. "Yeah, things are really bad, not to mention the stench. But we can't give up. We need to find that police station."


They continued walking in silence, paying attention to every sound and movement around them. The streets were silent, with no sign of human life.


"This street looks clear," Jobe whispered, looking at the empty road ahead. "Let's go."


They crossed the street stealthily and continued walking toward the police station. As they approached, they noticed that there were a few zombies wandering in the area.


"Man, there are some zombies over there at the corner," Daichi whispered, pointing to the group of stumbling creatures.


"Let's hide behind that wall and wait for them to pass," Jobe said, pointing to a tall wall next to them.


They hid behind the wall, gripping their knives tightly, waiting for the zombies to pass. After a few tense minutes, the zombies finally moved away, going in the opposite direction.


"Let's go," Jobe whispered, indicating the direction of the police station.


They continued walking, cautiously scanning their surroundings until they finally spotted the police station. It was surrounded by makeshift barricades and guarded by a few soldiers in combat uniforms.


"Looks like we're in luck, man," Daichi said, sighing with relief.


Jobe nodded, but as he looked at the barricades and the soldiers, he had a bad feeling. Would they find any kind of help inside? Or were they just another group of survivors fighting for their lives?


Approaching with their knives still in hand, they caught the attention of the soldiers.


"Hey, are you guys okay?" one of the soldiers asked.


"We're not infected," Jobe quickly replied. "We need help, please. We're alone and don't know what to do. We're looking for supplies or any kind of assistance."


"I'm sorry, but we have nothing more to offer. The police cleared the station, but the government instructed us to prioritize saving the lives of the military. Our vehicles are full," the soldier explained.


"What? So what about us? What do we do?" Daichi asked.


"You can wait at the station until we receive further instructions. We'll be monitoring the area," the soldier suggested.


"Are you serious? Something could happen to us here," Jobe said frustratedly.


They proceeded to the police station. Upon arriving, they saw that the police had already cleared the place. Jobe searched the rooms for supplies while Daichi sat down on a chair.


"So, did you find anything?" Daichi asked.


"I only found some bottles of water and a few food packets from the vending machines," Jobe replied. "It's not much, but at least we have something."


"Okay. I guess we'll have to wait here then."


They sat on chairs in the waiting room of the police station, listening to the deafening silence of the city. Daichi took out his notebook and started researching what had happened, while Jobe rummaged through drawers, looking for something useful.


Jobe was anxious and restless, pacing back and forth in the reception area of the station.


"Man, I'm sure the police didn't search every room in the station. This place has four floors, and everything just happened. There wasn't even enough time to go through everything. We might find equipment and weapons inside," Jobe said.


Daichi was sitting in a chair in the reception area, trying to monitor the security cameras of the station and the surrounding area. "I don't know, man. I think it's too risky. Maybe it's better if we wait here in the reception."


Jobe wasn't convinced. "Man, all of this just happened. The authorities didn't have time to search every room. Plus, we need to think about our survival. We're alone here, I don't know where my friends are, you're the only company I have now, and I don't know for how long because a lot can happen. We need to find more equipment to protect ourselves."


Daichi sighed, agreeing. "Alright, you're right. I'll stay here in the reception and provide cover for you through the radio and the cameras. I have two radios in my backpack; let's use them to stay in touch. But be careful, man."


Jobe nodded and grabbed the radio, quickly heading up the stairs, ready to explore the police station for more resources to help them survive.


Jobe climbed the stairs silently, searching for any signs of life, but all he saw was a scene of horror. He reached the third floor, still in shock from what he had witnessed, and stopped to catch his breath. He looked down and asked through the radio:


Jobe: Daichi, are you okay down there?


Daichi: I'm looking for food. Did you find anything?


Jobe: Nothing, damn it! (almost shouting, but whispering through the radio) Did the police clear this shit? There are still a bunch of dead people crawling around the hallways, and it reeks of decay in here!


Daichi: Calm down, I'm coming over. (turning off the radio)


Jobe looked around, nervous. He could hear the undead dragging themselves across the floor, scratching at the doors. He took a few steps forward and saw one of the undead crawling on the ground. He shouted and picked up his pace. The undead turned towards him, attempting to bite him. Jobe held his knife and thrust it into the undead's skull, causing it to fall to the ground.

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