Emmanuel Jones stood on the viewing balcony, overlooking the soccer team train against a team of handpicked prisoners, as the match day was tomorrow. Emmanuel was making sure nothing of trouble was visible, until a soldier alerted Jones to head to the meeting for an important meeting over recent issues. Entering the room with several other military officials, Jones took a seat where the monitor switched on, showing the Leader. His chair turned away from the camera, where only a visible arm holding a cocktail with a paper umbrella was shown. "Gentlemen. I see that you all have come. You know what is of discussion."
"Ahem.. Leader, we are still treating the virus. We managed to stabilize it, so that it only affects the facial region of the infected. We still need more confirmation on the origins. A bit of an issue with a researcher, but he's now making a new razor.", a scientist assisted with a government official said. "And the political candidates that are still in the puppet government?" "We're still having accident delay their progress. We might need to resort to lethal ones to get the government in a shutdown.", another official said.
"And the missing bomber?"
"We send a drone to search for it on the island, but we lost transmission already. Our best option is that some sort of EMP-like force is around that area."
"Well, how about- Hang on." The Leader got tired of the elusive villain position and spun his chair to face the camera. He tossed his cocktail aside as if it was a prop. "We could be dealing with a memetic event, such as the Callister moon! Get a containment investigation ongoing! That's an order!" The Leader shut off the camera, as the monitor turned off by itself.
A lone flower in the color of red stood alone in an area covered by dunes that looked like it would go on for miles. An unconscious body of a soldier in causal wear lied on the sand, as his hand twitched slightly. Soon, his eyes opened as he found the sun to be staring him down. He touched the sand and immediately noticed something of unusual property.
The sand was wet.