Contributor: BinaryAgent

Alone. So totally alone.


I guess I should back up a bit, tell you a little about my situation, my story. I never was one open up to total strangers – but with so few of us left, someone needs to know about what happened. It was only a few short months ago when the first case was reported. It was nothing really; a new sort of flu, doctors said. The patient started innocently enough. They had a cough, a headache, and a runny nose. It progressed to include chills, and unexplained sweating. Within two days they experienced muscle aches, extreme tiredness, and a fever. They finally went to see a doctor when their fever peaked at 38 degrees Celsius. They went straight to the emergency room when a sudden spike took them to 45 degrees. They lost consciousness, went into a deep coma – within three days they were on life support.


But what happened next was anything but expected. They didn't exactly die – but when they “came out” of the coma they were changed – different. They didn't seem to recognize who anyone was. They took weak, disoriented, shambling steps. Their nephew stayed at the apartment to watch over them. That night, they woke in the middle of the night to a pained cry. They rushed out of the adjoining room to see their uncle sitting in the middle of the kitchen linoleum, spattered in blood, gnawing on the neck of their dog.


The nephew barely escaped – but not before the monster that used to be his uncle bit him on the shoulder. His fate was similar, only much faster. When he awakened from his coma he went straight for the nurse's jugular.


From there it was only a matter of time.


Shells. That's what they are. Shells. Husks of their former selves. They don't think, they don't love, they don't remember – and they're hungry.


Hungry for the taste of raw flesh.