Savage World of Horror: Angel's Requiem
Santa Catalina Island, off the coast of Southern California
[Santa Catalina Island, often called Catalina Island, or just Catalina, is an island off the coast of Southern California. just 22 miles (35 km) south-southwest of Los Angeles. It is part of the eight Channel Islands archipelago. The eight islands that make up the archipelago are divided into two groups — the Northern Channel Islands and the Southern Channel Islands. Catalina Island is one of the four Southern Channel Islands. Santa Catalina Island is the only one of the eight islands with a significant permanent civilian settlement—the city of Avalon and the unincorporated town of Two Harbors.]
David Zabloski, writer and blogger for The National Inquisitor
It was June 24, 2013 when the world as we know it changed forever. I remember that it was about 5:30 in the morning. I was staying at the old Hotel Catalina on Catalina Island.
I was sent to Catalina Island by The National Inquisitor to do an investigative piece on possible sightings of government workers in and around the old military facility on the western side of the island, near the airfield. It seemed hikers were coming upon fences with “Keep Out” signs that they claimed weren’t there a year ago.
I recall meeting a woman at one of the local bars. Needless to say, we ended up in her room which happened to be at the same hotel where I was staying. I wish I could tell you her name, but I really couldn’t. It didn’t matter anyway. When I woke up in the morning, she was in the bathroom. The door was closed but I could hear her. She sounded really sick. We both had had quite a bit to drink, so I wasn’t surprised.
I opened the door to check on her. She was naked [David smiles] but looked awful. Her hair covered her face. Her skin had a strange tinge to it—like she was sick or something. It was slightly bluish in color. She also smelled like…well, I’m not sure exactly what, but it wasn’t just body odor or anything. Anyway, she suddenly growled like a lunatic. She then rushed me. I barely managed to move out of the way. I ran out into the hallway after. She came at me and that’s when I punched her. I connected with her jaw. I think I broke it. She fell right at my feet. I checked but I wasn’t sure if she was dead or not. I went back inside, got dressed and went to my room which was just a floor above where her room was located.
The hallway outside her room was empty. I walked towards the stairs leading down to the lobby and up to my floor. I passed up a room with its door wide open. I didn’t see anyone. But as I reached the stairs, I heard another feral growl—just like how the woman I was with sounded. I looked back and saw a heavyset man, still in his bathrobes come rushing out of the room with the open door. He was coming right for me! I took the stairs two steps at a time. I also heard another join him. Both were coming after me. When I reached my room, I quickly packed. As I looked out of the window, I noticed a person—a man—about a block away. He was the only person I saw outside. After getting my things together, I fought my way past two hotel guests who came at me. They both looked sick, just like the woman.
Outside, I ran into an old African-American man, the same one I saw outside my room’s window. I thought he was sick too since he looked like he could barely stand. Turned out he was diabetic. His name was Louis Jefferson. He said he had seen people attacking other people a few blocks away while he was doing his normal early-morning walk. He said he was diabetic and needed his insulin shot. He was headed back home but didn’t get far after seeing the attacks occur. I offered to get him his insulin. He said the pharmacy nearby would have some but wasn’t going to open for another half hour. He also said he ran into a young man who said all Hell had broken loose and that some people were making their way to the Casino.
I told him to stay where he was while I went down to the pharmacy to see what I could find.
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