The Solanum Vile by B Stapies (novels to read in english txt) 📕

to use weapons…properly, defensive moves and positions. Obama also ordered in a monk, we then had to relax and let out courage by relaxing, he told us that the most couragest men of the US brought out their courage by relaxing and by using the methods we learned from the monk we would have no fear. These long and faithful weeks of combat, defence and relaxation were hard but very useful right up to the point that Obama could now move most of his body in many ways again. He still needed time to heal, and since the digital maps were almost filling up the United States of America we had no more time for training and healing, the president told us that he’d be in the Tech guides room helping us from GPS routes and radio headsets, with his men whilst me and Cornix now trained for the salvation of earth and ready to go.
We were heading out the door until Mr President said something to us “Boys, I think your both ready for the ONI”, in confusion I asked what he meant, but by the face that Cornix had I think I knew what he meant. He took us to that Iron and Copper room that held the ONI-space schematic in it, once again he had the blankets taken off it, it’s colour had changed from grey and rusted to shiny black, with green paint on the side saying ‘the Preliminary Forge’ on it, “I had it done up and upgraded for this day for you and Caden” Obama told us that it hasn’t been tested yet and theirs a chance of a crash but I have to let in my fear and relax like I trained those many weeks. Cornix was put in the front seat as the pilot and me right behind him as the co-pilot, I did seem pretty young for co-piloting a spaceship but it was ordered from the president, it’s to save the United States from zombies, “So Let’s Do This Thing!”.
We were taught how to use basic controls in vehicles but the ONI was a lot more advanced and hard to control, everything in the co-pilot seat was buttons and there was no wheel to turn the ship in front of me, Cornix seemed to be exited and wanted to act ‘hero’ making it look like he knows what he’s doing. But I can just tell he has no idea how to fly this. A voice came in from the speaker above us, it was the President, “ok Cornix and Caden; there should be a glowing blue button in front of you, I first need you both to push and hold that button at the same time” once we did that our panels flipped open and a control wheel came up out of the panels mine was different looking to Cornix’s wheel though, “good, now Cornix, your wheel controls flight, speed and control of the ship, Caden, your wheel is the Firepower! Of the ship, you’re gonna burn those zombies to the ground with missiles, if you flip the back of the control wheels panel there should be a red button, only push it if everything goes wrong” I asked what it was, he then told me it’s a small but powerful nuclear bomb, its destruction will wipe out zombies but any survivors with it along with a million dollars’ worth of destruction. When we were cleared to go, smoke came in from the ceiling; all the lights in the room were flashing red, the roof opened up in a moment’s time we were hovering above the ground. “Now don’t crash this thing Cornix”, I said that in a manner of humour, “Caden, just sit back and enjoy the ride”.
Before we know it where’re off the ground and flying towards every non-glowing part of the digital map, with the president guiding us we both felt unstoppable. The ONI felt stable and good to go; I had confidence in this day, the Legend of the beginning of a day of new age over earth, after this I don’t know what I’m going to do, I have my chance to ask Cornix if he’s my father, and I now have the courage to face the answer, but before I could open my mouth he yelled at me to open fire, I had a thermal view of the ground, I locked on to the heat of the crashed cars that were around the zombies, it was pretty hard since missiles only lock onto heat and the zombies didn’t really have enough for me to lock onto them, but I destroyed the cars blowing up the zombies with them. I shouted in celebration and excitement but the president said in the speaker “don’t celebrate yet son, we still have a lot more places to go to and more zombies to rid”. So going back and forth with Sergeant Cornix opening fire to whatever had no heat down on the ground and without flight problems, we liberated our country of these meat eating beasts for hours, it was like the ship had no gas or petrol and its source was pure vengeance. The digital map was almost empty with no glowing non substances on our earth or in this country. I and Cornix felt like heroes, we no longer had to act like them, but we still had more places to go to, more zombies to kill if that is even possible. I remember in our towns square there were survivors but our digital map shows nothing living there or in any other place…except for my old safe house. In which it shows two people living off a supply of blood and water, and any food they can find from the outside world.
Only to the 6th hour did our ONI start feeling the truth of problem, we had some difficulties through some cloud storms, did it have to be then, when we only needed two more places full of ‘the dead’ did we start getting these problems. Obama through the speaker told us that the ship wasn’t in fact getting storm problems but its tech was recording the same problem the ship recorded when it crashed the first time. Nobody knows what it is and I and Cornix are sure to crash, maybe even die, at that time I did it, I asked Cornix if he was my dad. His answer brought a tear from my eye, a hard thing to do to people, I didn’t know whether it was a tear of joy or a tear of sadness…I kind of understood why he never told me at that moment, everything flashed to me in a hype full of flashbacks showing me as a child, he left because my mother was sick of his insolence, my dad was in shame that he was insolent he couldn’t possibly tell me his most shameful thing of his life and expect me to be happy. But in fact he keeping such a thing was not insolent but in fact very opposite, he respected my trust he had with me and did not change that by telling me the truth. ”Rupert Cornix Flow, my father, I understand why you did not tell me, mother missed you and I needed a father but you did not get kicked out of the house, we would not be together right now in such understanding of each other”. “I’m sorry I NEVER TOLD YOU! Caden flow” yelling out in tears but we had to put that behind us, our ship was going down like a ship on the waters. Obama told us that we needed to press the red button, a suicidal attempt to stop all zombies on the earth, the last remaining places will be cured from this destruction and our country will be saved. We will be named heroes after this whether we live or die, me and dad looked at each other through our cameras, “we had our time together and now we can spend it in heaven…I love you dad” “I love you too son”. I flipped that switch open and pushed that button like there was nothing to lose, in a quick flash of bright light, I could see my mum and dad waiting at the end of a long white room asking me to go to them, could I be dead or in a coma from a crash, I didn’t know but at that very small moment I could just feel I was home.
Presidential Epiologue

“Mr President, do you have any idea how this man crashed?” Right now we haven’t got any idea of how he crashed, in my understanding there were two men piloting the ship, one named Rupert Cornix Flow was found in the wreckage with green plasma in his blood stream, and another by the name of Caden Flow who was the son of Rupert and was also the co-pilot of the ship was not found. “Any more questions will be answered when I have more clues to this incident”. I just can’t believe those brave men did that, they saved our planet let alone our state, they are heroes in my president book but if I tell everyone about them now and about how they saved us from zombies my reputation may not be, well…presidential will it? No, I think not.
3 years after crash, 3rd April, somewhere in Africa
“Does this stuff really make you so strong that you’re numb to bullets and punches?” “Yes, you can say it zombie-fies your body”, “so what do you call it Mr Jacob Young?”, “I call it what my father called it before he was killed be a bomb when he was out getting food…I call it Solanum Vilosum, the Solanum Vile”.

HOODIE