"This is it, our extinction level event," Paul Adewale said, and the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, stoic Nigerian military officer looked at the screen, and shook his head. He sat in his living room, staring in pure astonishment at the TV screen. Along with everyone else in the City of Lagos, Nigeria, Paul Adewale watched as the United States of America, the world's mightiest nation, fell to the Plague. When the world is ending, there's really nothing else on television. Even Nigeria's Nollywood and its soap operas and cringy comedies took second fiddle to what was happening in the western hemisphere...
The world was ending, and just like countless apocalyptic movies and television shows had predicted, the governments were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. No one seemed to know what to do. There was a lot of panic, and even worse, tons of disinformation. The ones in charge didn't trust their counterparts in other countries with the information that they had. In these chaotic early days, when the leaders of the world should have banded together against a common threat, they turned their backs against each other. This is how the world ends.
What began as a rumored virus, easily dismissed as nonsense, now had the world firmly in its grip. The flu-like Plague killed three hundred thousand Americans, but it didn't stop there. Some of the recently dead had begun to rise and now shambled through the streets of various U.S. cities, ravenous for the flesh of the living. The media refused to call them Zombies, referring to them as cannibals, but it was clear to anyone with a brain that these things weren't human anymore. The world was in deep trouble, and Paul feared for himself and his countrymen.
"Father, don't say that," said Patricia Adewale, and the young cadet looked at her father Paul, astonished by his defeatist attitude. In her nineteen years upon this earth, Patricia had never seen her father look so worried or forlorn. Paul looked at his daughter and flashed her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Patricia was on leave for the weekend from the Nigerian Defence Academy, the top military school in all of West Africa. Paul was proud of his daughter Patricia, he just wished the end of the world hadn't soured their reunion...
"We will beat this thing somehow," Paul said, and Patricia nodded, thrilled to see her father steeling himself to do what needed to be done. He'd always been her rock. Sure, nations like America and Canada had fallen, and Europe was not far behind, but Africa had always managed to take care of itself. In the West, folks lives were easy. They had access to good schools, good food, reliable technology, sturdy infrastructure, police, military and government. In Africa, for the locals, every day is a crisis, and everyone must learn to fend for themselves with no help from the Powers That Be. Patricia Adewale had every confidence that her people would survive...
"I am going to contact the High Command, we must prepare," Paul Adewale said firmly. He'd been in the Armed Forces of Nigeria for over twenty years and had risen to the rank of Colonel. The Plague which was devastating North America and Europe would make its way to Africa sooner or later, and Paul intended to be ready. After fighting everyone from rebel troops to terrorists and fanatics, Paul was not about to let his beloved Nigeria fall to the teeth of the Undead. He would kill every Zombie on this miserable planet first...
Father and daughter headed to the City of Abuja, to meet with the Chief of Defence Staff, the highest ranking military officer of the Nigerian Armed Forces. Upon their arrival at the military base in Abuja City, Colonel Paul Adewale met with General Henry Obafemi, and the two men had themselves a talk. The Nigerian military was on high alert, even though there'd been no outbreak in Nigeria, or even in Africa, just yet. The Zombies or whatever these things were happened to be quite busy chowing down on the Americans, Canadians and Europeans.
"This Plague must not reach Nigeria, I've instructed our troops to burn to ash anyone who dies from the flu, lest they reanimate," General Obafemi said firmly. Colonel Paul Adewale nodded in approval. From what their intelligence agents had gathered, the flu-like Plague infected a person and killed them within a matter of fourteen days at the most. Once the person was dead, they would reanimate within twenty four hours, rising as a flesh-eating monster with zero conscience or intelligence. A mindless automaton designed to devour the flesh of the living.
"Good plan, General, if you'd like, I could supervise troops in our major cities, make sure the plan is implemented properly," Colonel Paul Adewale suggested, and General Obafemi nodded. The colonel rose from his chair, gave the general a crisp salute, and then walked out of the High Command Office. Over the coming days, General Obafemi would meet with the Nigerian Air Marshal, Donald Bali, and Nigerian Navy Admiral Leonard Badeh. They would pull their resources together and do whatever it took to protect the citizens of Nigeria from the Zombie Plague.
"Patricia, I want you with me at all times unless I tell you otherwise," Colonel Paul Adewale told his daughter, after leaving the office of General Obafemi. The young woman nodded, for when her father used his businesslike tone, he was dead serious. Dark times awaited Nigeria, the continent of Africa's most populous and most enterprising, adaptable nation. What will become of the Nigerian military and the Nigerian population if the Zombies make their way into Africa after devouring America, Canada and Europe?
"Father, we are going to destroy the Zombies and save the day," Patricia Adewale, Nigerian Defence Academy first-year cadet, said quite proudly. Colonel Paul Adewale looked at his daughter, who spoke with the overconfidence common to those who are young and untested by life's harshness. Tall, dark-skinned and slender, Patricia Adewale was the spitting image of her late mother Nadia Adewale, who passed away a decade ago. Paul vowed to Nadia on her deathbed that he would protect their only daughter Patricia, and help her build a life that her mother would be proud of. The frigging Zombie Plague was going to make keeping that vow rather difficult...
"Of course, my dear," Colonel Paul Adewale said, smiling at Patricia with fatherly pride. The two of them boarded a helicopter bound for Lagos City, where the Nigerian military and the local police were straining to keep order. A state of panic gripped the Nigerian Capital and its surroundings after they watched the American government nuke the City of Houston, Texas, and they still failed to contain the Zombie Plague. The Nigerian military was vast, but it paled in comparison to the American military, which had recently fallen. The Colonel prayed to whatever power made the Multiverse that he and his countrymen would fare better than the western bigshots against the Zombies. If they didn't, humanity's days could be over...