ZOMBIS EN CANARIAS-Capitulo 2º

Suena el despertador, es la 13:00. Mierda, había quedado con Marian.

Me apresuro a salir de la cama. Mientras me ducho no puedo parar de  pensar en lo que había visto en urgencias la noche anterior. Me engaño a mi mismo diciéndome que aquello tenía una explicación lógica, la mujer debía tener la rabia. Me preparo un desayuno acucioso, una buena taza de café y un zumo de naranja.  Me encanta mi piso, es un ático con vistas al mar, lo que más me gusta es tomar algo en el balcón, mientras diviso la ciudad de La Laguna e incluso puedo ver Gran Canaria a lo lejos, me siento un privilegiado por vivir en Tenerife. Busco en el armario unos pantalones vaqueros desgastados y una camiseta blanca con un logo en japonés de la famosa película manga, Akira.

Nada mas salir de mi casa, percibo un ambiente de preocupación, la gente se para ante los escaparates de TV encendidos, los bares están llenos de personas y decido adentrarme en uno de ellos. Las noticias de la Primera cadena dan prioridad a una supuesta noticia de pandemia mundial, aparecen imágenes grabadas con móviles de gente huyendo de las ciudades, autopistas colapsadas, fuerzas del orden desbordadas, hospitales llenos de gente infectada, parece que es el fin de mundo. Uno de los camareros cambia de canal, en Telecinco aparece un debate de expertos en epidemias comentado que la culpa es de Rusia o de China, que habían extendido el virus, otros tertulianos indicaban que era fiebre del Nilo o un virus creado en laboratorio y, en el momento más álgido de la discusión, se interrumpe la señal.

El presidente, José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, junto a los ministros de sanidad, defensa e interior anuncian que se ha extendido una grave enfermedad y ha alcanzado algunas ciudades de España. Aún no tenían muchos datos sobre ella, saben que se contagia a través de la saliva o la sangre y las personas que lo contraen muestran una agresividad fuera de lo común. Además, realizan un llamamiento a todos los ciudadanos que: si se topan con algún infectado, lo comuniquen a las autoridades próximas, pero resaltan que todo está bajo control.  El gobierno pretende trasmitir un mensaje de tranquilad a la sociedad, pero no lo están consiguiendo.

Aquello me hizo reflexionar, tal vez no fuera rabia lo que tenía aquella mujer y fuese la epidemia que tanto hablan por la TV. Pensé que si así fuera, habrían hecho un comunicado al Cabildo de Tenerife, si tienen indicios de que había llegado aquí.

Me fui tranquilamente del bar. Cuando me iba acercando hacia mi coche, un Nissan almera de color gris que dentro de 6 meses terminaría de pagar, una duda me asaltaba: y si realmente esa mujer padecía aquella extraña enfermedad. Me dirijo hacia el hospital universitario, no si antes avisar a Marian de que iba a llegar un poco tarde a  nuestra comida. Ella no es para nada la típica chica que te dice a todo: sí amooooor, lo que tú quieras. No, Marian tiene carácter, es un tía que se ha labrado su futuro como ingeniera química, aunque su profesión es farmacéutica, algo que no era nada común en su rama, tal vez fuera la única en toda España. Su físico es de lo más normal: pelo estilo Cleopatra de color castaño, altura 1,64, unos 60 kg de peso y unos ojos azules que me volvían loco, es un poco friki, pero eso me gusta, después de todo siempre me han atraído las tías raras. Agarro mi Iphone4 y marco el número de Marián:  

The Zombies in the Canary Islands Episode 1º

It all begins a weekend of December 2012, I had night shift at the ambulance and everything was spent quietly. Victor is a burly man of medium height, never flinching and has a very noble character, unlike me, I always hair with anyone who contradicts me. We were parked in front of the stage of listening Heliodoro typical night radio program.

Sounds of the ambulance station:- 911!, 911!, Central here-is heard through the radio, we notice a person with fever, vomiting and a wound in the arm. The address is C / Ramón y Cajal n º 7, Floor 1-A.
 
Victor is lying on a stretcher in the ambulance and jump behind the wheel just take notice. I was preparing emergency suitcase as he started, do not take much because the home was very near there. When we arrived, we realized that we are the first to arrive, we played in the bell but no one answered our call, so we tried on other floors until a friendly neighbor opens the portal. When we reached the door of the 1-A it was open, but I look at a gold plaque on the bell reads: Russian Consulate. Victor does not think twice and enter the home without waiting for the arrival of the police. I was not going to be less so run behind him. We enter the home and everything was very dark.- We are the toilets! - Shouted in unison.

Nobody answered. We entered a long hallway filled with pictures of the Renaissance, the flashlight can be seen on the wall of blood stains as if someone had dragged wounded by it. I feel a foul smell and we went to where the smell came down the hall. In the kitchen, lay the body of a bloodied woman. Although he was unconscious, still breathing. I notice that shows a small bite on his right arm which emanated a lot of blood. Following the protocol, we clean the wound with saline and a gauze, and we make a bandage but could not stop the bleeding. Do not understand how so small a wound bleeds so much. When it seems that the patient is stable, begins to convulse, expelling blood from the mouth and making jerking uncontrollably. So we decided to call the base:

- Central, here 911, ask for emergency transportation, "said Victor.- Contact home to the university hospital "is heard from the station.- Center-Based answered.

At that time we heard the police sirens approaching. When they enter the house, we were already taking the woman on the stretcher. The police remain at home by taking samples of what happened while we address ourselves to the hospital. As always, my turn behind the victim. During the transfer, I can not help but notice the bite in the arm, fits perfectly with the bite of human teeth.On arrival at the hospital, we have to wait almost half an hour for the emergency physician treats us as emergencies were jammed, as usual. We inform the patient's symptoms, as he makes a slight study (blood pressure, temperature ...) and finally tells us to raise it to the room 411, where the nurse would attend.

Victor and I needed a rest, it was 3:30 in the morning and we had great night ahead.While Victor would rather be chatting with the nurses at the hospital, I head rest area. I was not conscious, but I lost track of time until a major scandal of people screaming woke me up. I look to see what was happening and I can not believe what is happening.I see four men running from security staff to emergency hospital, and asked one of them what the hell is going on.

- A woman has gone mad and bitten a male nurse who would answer me in the rear.
  - In what room? - Wonder.
 -! The 411 - answer me and runs out.

It could not, was the woman who had moved a moment ago. I run into the room and I shudder to contemplate what is happening before my eyes. The nurse lying on the ground lifeless, while several people try to revive him, it seems as if he had started to bite his neck.Several Securitas attempt to reduce the woman who seemed possessed by the devil. I will never forget his eyes bloodshot, his skin tone was typical of a corpse, writhing like a snake bite in the air and came to meet one of the Securitas who is injured.For a second I froze, did not understand what is happening. Suddenly, the nurse dead rise and attack their peers. I could not be happening, it was like watching a B movie firsthand. I just thought one thing, running as far as possible from there. I run like a greyhound in the corridors of the plant, did not think to ask for help, only thinking to get home.

My name Iker Morales, I am the first person who saw the zombie epidemic began in the Canary Islands.