World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War

⌗ Free Format Kindle 雷 World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War  ફ Kindle By Max Brooks ᠆ ⌗ Free Format Kindle 雷 World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War ફ Kindle By Max Brooks ᠆ WARNINGS GREATER CHONGQING, THE UNITED FEDERATION OF CHINA At its prewar height, this region boasted a population of over thirty five million people Now, there are barely fifty thousand Reconstruction funds have been slow to arrive in this part of the country, the government choosing to concentrate on the densely populated coast There is no central power grid, no running water besides the Yangtze River But the streets are clear of rubble and the local security council has prevented any postwar outbreaks The chairman of that council is Kwang Jingshu, a medical doctor who, despite his advanced age and wartime injuries, still manages to make house calls to all his patients The first outbreak I saw was in a remote village that officially had no name The residents called it New Dachang, but this was out of nostalgia than anything else Their former home, Old Dachang, had stood since the period of the Three Kingdoms, with farms and houses and even trees said to be centuries old When the Three Gorges Dam was completed, and reservoir waters began to rise, much of Dachang had been disassembled, brick by brick, then rebuilt on higher ground This New Dachang, however, was not a town any, but a national historic museum It must have been a heartbreaking irony for those poor peasants, to see their town saved but then only being able to visit it as a tourist Maybe that is why some of them chose to name their newly constructed hamlet New Dachang to preserve some connection to their heritage, even if it was only in name I personally didn t know that this other New Dachang existed, so you can imagine how confused I was when the call came in The hospital was quiet it had been a slow night, even for the increasing number of drunk driving accidents Motorcycles were becoming very popular We used to say that your Harley Davidsons killed young Chinese than all the GIs in the Korean War That s why I was so grateful for a quiet shift I was tired, my back and feet ached I was on my way out to smoke a cigarette and watch the dawn when I heard my name being paged The receptionist that night was new and couldn t quite understand the dialect There had been an accident, or an illness It was an emergency, that part was obvious, and could we please send help at once What could I say The younger doctors, the kids who think medicine is just a way to pad their bank accounts, they certainly weren t going to go help some nongmin just for the sake of helping I guess I m still an old revolutionary at heart Our duty is to hold ourselves responsible to the people Those words still mean something to me and I tried to remember that as my Deer bounced and banged over dirt roads the government had promised but never quite gotten around to paving I had a devil of a time finding the place Officially, it didn t exist and therefore wasn t on any map I became lost several times and had to ask directions from locals who kept thinking I meant the museum town I was in an impatient mood by the time I reached the small collection of hilltop homes I remember thinking, This had better be damned serious Once I saw their faces, I regretted my wish There were seven of them, all on cots, all barely conscious The villagers had moved them into their new communal meeting hall The walls and floor were bare cement The air was cold and damp Of course they re sick, I thought I asked the villagers who had been taking care of these people They said no one, it wasn t safe I noticed that the door had been locked from the outside The villagers were clearly terrified They cringed and whispered some kept their distance and prayed Their behavior made me angry, not at them, you understand, not as individuals, but what they represented about our country After centuries of foreign oppression, exploitation, and humiliation, we were finally reclaiming our rightful place as humanity s middle kingdom We were the world s richest and most dynamic superpower, masters of everything from outer space to cyber space It was the dawn of what the world was finally acknowledging as The Chinese Century and yet so many of us still lived like these ignorant peasants, as stagnant and superstitious as the earliest Yangshao savages I was still lost in my grand, cultural criticism when I knelt to examine the first patient She was running a high fever, forty degrees centigrade, and she was shivering violently Barely coherent, she whimpered slightly when I tried to move her limbs There was a wound in her right forearm, a bite mark As I examined it closely, I realized that it wasn t from an animal The bite radius and teeth marks had to have come from a small, or possibly young, human being Although I hypothesized this to be the source of the infection, the actual injury was surprisingly clean I asked the villagers, again, who had been taking care of these people Again, they told me no one I knew this could not be true The human mouth is packed with bacteria, even so than the most unhygienic dog If no one had cleaned this woman s wound, why wasn t it throbbing with infection I examined the six other patients All showed similar symptoms, all had similar wounds on various parts of their bodies I asked one man, the most lucid of the group, who or what had inflicted these injuries He told me it had happened when they had tried to subdue him Who I asked I found Patient Zero behind the locked door of an abandoned house across town He was twelve years old His wrists and feet were bound with plastic packing twine Although he d rubbed off the skin around his bonds, there was no blood There was also no blood on his other wounds, not on the gouges on his legs or arms, or from the large dry gap where his right big toe had been He was writhing like an animal a gag muffled his growls At first the villagers tried to hold me back They warned me not to touch him, that he was cursed I shrugged them off and reached for my mask and gloves The boy s skin was as cold and gray as the cement on which he lay I could find neither his heartbeat nor his pulse His eyes were wild, wide and sunken back in their sockets They remained locked on me like a predatory beast Throughout the examination he was inexplicably hostile, reaching for me with his bound hands and snapping at me through his gag His movements were so violent I had to call for two of the largest villagers to help me hold him down Initially they wouldn t budge, cowering in the doorway like baby rabbits I explained that there was no risk of infection if they used gloves and masks When they shook their heads, I made it an order, even though I had no lawful authority to do so That was all it took The two oxen knelt beside me One held the boy s feet while the other grasped his hands I tried to take a blood sample and instead extracted only brown, viscous matter As I was withdrawing the needle, the boy began another bout of violent struggling One of my orderlies, the one responsible for his arms, gave up trying to hold them and thought it might safer if he just braced them against the floor with his knees But the boy jerked again and I heard his left arm snap Jagged ends of both radius and ulna bones stabbed through his gray flesh Although the boy didn t cry out, didn t even seem to notice, it was enough for both assistants to leap back and run from the room I instinctively retreated several paces myself I am embarrassed to admit this I have been a doctor for most of my adult life I was trained and you could even say raised by the People s Liberation Army I ve treated than my share of combat injuries, faced my own death on than one occasion, and now I was scared, truly scared, of this frail child The boy began to twist in my direction, his arm ripped completely free Flesh and muscle tore from one another until there was nothing except the stump His now free right arm, still tied to the severed left hand, dragged his body across the floor I hurried outside, locking the door behind me I tried to compose myself, control my fear and shame My voice still cracked as I asked the villagers how the boy had been infected No one answered I began to hear banging on the door, the boy s fist pounding weakly against the thin wood It was all I could do not to jump at the sound I prayed they would not notice the color draining from my face I shouted, as much from fear as frustration, that I had to know what happened to this child A young woman came forward, maybe his mother You could tell that she had been crying for days her eyes were dry and deeply red She admitted that it had happened when the boy and his father were moon fishing, a term that describes diving for treasure among the sunken ruins of the Three Gorges Reservoir With than eleven hundred abandoned villages, towns, and even cities, there was always the hope of recovering something valuable It was a very common practice in those days, and also very illegal She explained that they weren t looting, that it was their own village, Old Dachang, and they were just trying to recover some heirlooms from the remaining houses that hadn t been moved She repeated the point, and I had to interrupt her with promises not to inform the police She finally explained that the boy came up crying with a bite mark on his foot He didn t know what had happened, the water had been too dark and muddy His father was never seen again I reached for my cell phone and dialed the number of Doctor Gu Wen Kuei, an old comrade from my army days who now worked at the Institute of Infectious Diseases at Chongqing University We exchanged pleasantries, discussing our health, our grandchildren it was only proper I then told him about the outbreak and listened as he made some joke about the hygiene habits of hillbillies I tried to chuckle along but continued that I thought the incident might be significant Almost reluctantly he asked me what the symptoms were I told him everything the bites, the fever, the boy, the arm his face suddenly stiffened His smile died He asked me to show him the infected I went back into the meeting hall and waved the phone s camera over each of the patients He asked me to move the camera closer to some of the wounds themselves I did so and when I brought the screen back to my face, I saw that his video image had been cut Stay where you are, he said, just a distant, removed voice now Take the names of all who have had contact with the infected Restrain those already infected If any have passed into coma, vacate the room and secure the exit His voice was flat, robotic, as if he had rehearsed this speech or was reading from something He asked me, Are you armed Why would I be I asked He told me he would get back to me, all business again He said he had to make a few calls and that I should expect support within several hours They were there in less than one, fifty men in large army Z 8A helicopters all were wearing hazardous materials suits They said they were from the Ministry of Health I don t know who they thought they were kidding With their bullying swagger, their intimidating arrogance, even these backwater bumpkins could recognize the Guoanbu Their first priority was the meeting hall The patients were carried out on stretchers, their limbs shackled, their mouths gagged Next, they went for the boy He came out in a body bag His mother was wailing as she and the rest of the village were rounded up for examinations Their names were taken, their blood drawn One by one they were stripped and photographed The last one to be exposed was a withered old woman She had a thin, crooked body, a face with a thousand lines and tiny feet that had to have been bound when she was a girl She was shaking her bony fist at the doctors This is your punishment she shouted This is revenge for Fengdu She was referring to the City of Ghosts, whose temples and shrines were dedicated to the underworld Like Old Dachang, it had been an unlucky obstacle to China s next Great Leap Forward It had been evacuated, then demolished, then almost entirely drowned I ve never been a superstitious person and I ve never allowed myself to be hooked on the opiate of the people I m a doctor, a scientist I believe only in what I can see and touch I ve never seen Fengdu as anything but a cheap, kitschy tourist trap Of course this ancient crone s words had no effect on me, but her tone, her anger she had witnessed enough calamity in her years upon the earth the warlords, the Japanese, the insane nightmare of the Cultural Revolution she knew that another storm was coming, even if she didn t have the education to understand it My colleague Dr Kuei had understood all too well He d even risked his neck to warn me, to give me enough time to call and maybe alert a few others before the Ministry of Health arrived It was something he had said a phrase he hadn t used in a very long time, not since those minor border clashes with the Soviet Union That was back in 1969 We had been in an earthen bunker on our side of the Ussuri, less than a kilometer downriver from Chen Bao The Russians were preparing to retake the island, their massive artillery hammering our forces Gu and I had been trying to remove shrapnel from the belly of this soldier not much younger than us The boy s lower intestines had been torn open, his blood and excrement were all over our gowns Every seven seconds a round would land close by and we would have to bend over his body to shield the wound from falling earth, and every time we would be close enough to hear him whimper softly for his mother There were other voices, too, rising from the pitch darkness just beyond the entrance to our bunker, desperate, angry voices that weren t supposed to be on our side of the river We had two infantrymen stationed at the bunker s entrance. 1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER USA TODAY BESTSELLER WALL STREET JOURNAL BESTSELLERAn oral history of the global war the evil brain chewers came within a hair of winning Zombies are among usturn on your television if you dont believe it But, Brooks reassures us, even today, human fighters are hunting down the leftovers, and were winning His iron jaw narrative is studded with practical advice on what to do when the zombies come, as they surely will A literate, ironic, strangely tasty treat Kirkus Reviews starred review Max Brooks has charted the folly of a disaster response based solely on advanced technologies and brute force in this step by step guide to what happened in the Zombie War He details with extraordinary insight how in the face of institutional missteps and greed, people in unexpected ways achieve unique, creative, and effective strategies to survive and fight back Brookss account of the path to recovery and reconstruction after the war is fascinating, too World War Z provides us with a starting point, at least, a basic blueprint from which to build a popular understanding of how, when, and why such a disaster came to be, and how small groups and individuals survived Jeb Weisman, Ph.D.,Director of Strategic Technologies, National Center for Disaster PreparednessPossesses creativity and zip than entire crates of other new fiction titles Think Mad Max meets The Hot Zone Its Apocalypse Now, pandemic style Creepy but fascinating USA TODAYPrepare to be entranced by this addictively readable oral history of the great war between humans and zombies Will grab you as tightly as a dead mans fist A Entertainment Weekly, EW PickProbably the most topical and literate scare since Orson Welles War of the Worlds radio broadcast This is action packed social political satire with a global view Dallas Morning NewsBrooks is Americas most prominent maven on the living dead Chilling It is gripping reading and a scathing indictment of weak responses to crises real and over hyped Hartford CourantA sober, frequently horrifying and even moving account Brooks has delivered a full blown horror novel, laced with sharp social and political observations and loads of macabre, gruesome imagery The real horror of World War Z comes from the all too plausible responses of human beings and governments to the menace Fangoria A horror fans version of Studs Terkels The Good War Like George Romeros Dead trilogy, World War Z is another milestone in the zombie mythology Booklist Brooks commits to detail in a way that makes his nightmare world creepily plausible Far affecting than anything involving zombies really has any right to be The book opens in blood and guts, turns the world into an oversized version of hell, then ends with and affirmation of humanitys ability to survive the worst the world has to offer It feels like the right book for the right times, and thats the eeriest detail of all.A.V Club, The Onion The best science fiction has traditionally been steeped in social commentary World War Z continues that legacy We havent been this excited about a book without pictures sincewell, since ever Metro Each story locks together perfectly to create a wonderful, giddy suspense Brooks also has the political savvy to take advantage of any paranoia a modern reader might feel The perfect book for all us zombie junkies PasteThis infectious and compelling book will have nervous readers watching the streets for zombies Recommended Library Journal World War Z Wikipedia World An Oral History of the Zombie is a apocalyptic horror novel written by American author Max Brooks The collection individual the Books IMDb Directed Marc Forster With Brad Pitt, Mireille Enos, Daniella Kertesz, James Badge Dale Former United Nations employee Gerry Lane traverses world War on FREE shipping qualifying offers We survived zombie apocalypse, but how many us Box Office Mojo summary box office results, charts and release information related links World Prepare yourself for end days today Featuring New York 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    • Format Kindle
    • 0307346617
    • World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War
    • Max Brooks
    • Anglais
    • 21 August 2017
    • 342 pages

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