I’m... Baden Haider, Lion to most. I guess you could call me a freedom fighter, you Westerners wouldn’t call me that though... you prefer terms such as ‘Insurgent’ or ‘Terrorist’ I guess you would, damn hypocrites.
That was before the outbreak, I must say though Afghanistan is a very mountainous place, transportation was difficult and many cities isolated due to war... The problem wasn’t the infection no, no it was the refugees. Millions from the East, Millions! Streaming across the country throwing plans into disarray. So many areas became infected before we knew it our country was consumed, border guards overwhelmed meaning no way to close the borders as well as deal with the rising infected population. I knew that the leaders made threats to the Pakistan and Indian governments but were simply told “They were doing all they could” it was so crystal clear that they were lying.
Perhaps if we combined our militias the nation could have dealt with it... but no, in our time of true crisis we still squabbled.
The first time I saw one? I shot it of course! The thing ran towards me out in the open as we were patrolling. It scared me shitless... What kind of man runs at you with no concern for his life? Well it turns out no man at all, those *things* are not man... at least not anymore.
That was the first taste of the infected for me, although it wouldn’t be the last. We kept getting reports of outbreaks and eventually our command snapped. We splintered and fragmented, I was not going to waste my life on fighting my own people anymore... there was a bigger threat. I gathered a group and left in a truck packed with enough supplies to last awhile.
We had an incident down a week later, slowly we too broke apart. A man named Abdul thought it was pointless and argued to return, I told him he could do what he want as I was to desperate and tired to fight... he took his followers and left. They argued for the truck but I stayed firm on that, it was *my* fucking truck. Those that stayed with me slowly fell into boredom and depression as we hadn’t seen an alive soul in awhile, until that day, that one day...
We were ambushed, a bandit group of Russians, Iranians and others found us and met with us, we explained how we simply were just moving around when they demanded the truck. I said no as sternly as I could muster, the man put a gun to my head and told me to reconsider... looking around it was clear what was about to occur. The fight ensued, I was shot in my leg after tackling the man who pointed his firearm at me... it lasted long into the night when we finally lost.
They managed to steal the truck and took off into the night leaving us in the cold dust... some of the survivors just laid down and prepared to die, I heard a few gunshots but assuming the worst I just... didn’t look.
carrying on, trudging alone through the desert wilderness which slowly turned to mountains and finally green. I felt the verge of death grip my shoulder but still moved forward... surviving and living off what I could find... now I just got to make it day by day.
The rest of the story? I’ll tell you later, if I’m honest I don’t think life has its full ride of me yet.