Jenny Cyde
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- Posted: Thu, 05 Feb 2015 21:05:43 +0000
Shh.. Keep your voices down.. keep your head low.. don't let them see you.. don't let them get near you.. don't.. get... bit..
It would seem like only yesterday everyone was going on with their normal every day lives, people rushing to work, children hurrying to school, nothing out of the ordinary. The infection started with an animal, a bird or a squirrel, something small and minuscule, something no one would give a second glance. It would seem almost rabid, running around with no particular destination, no thoughts, no worries, and no fear. A bite, that's all it took, a small bite to the finger tip of a passerby that simply stopped to inspect the strange creature, that was how the infection spread. All over the states these animals had broke loose, almost as if they were placed there on purpose, spreading this infection to the unknowing civilians.
The first infected human would gain flu-like symptoms, stomach cramps, vomiting, fever, nothing that one would get too worked up about. But it would get worse. The cramps would turn into stabbing pain, the vomiting would soon produce liters of blood, even the fever would seem all too high for a human to handle. The hospitals became over run with the people that showed these symptoms, halls filled, rooms over run, doctors running like mad, all with no idea of what to do. July seventh, three thirty eight P.M., in a small town in Virginia, the first victim was lost. Her pulse, once scattered, just died, leaving the room in a silence save the long trailing beep on the monitor. All left but the nurse, writing when the woman had passed, noting that only five minutes had passed since the loss. She hadn't noticed the movement under the sheet, she hadn't heard the sounds of the once lifeless body rise to her feet, but she did feel the teeth that sank into her shoulder, the blood that poured from the wound and stained the scrubs, the fear of what was to come.
That was when it all started.
The infected fell, rose, and began their rampage of destruction. The stories of the undead had been popular, and the survivors knew what to do, grab a weapon, strike them in the head, anything to get them to stay down. But nothing could have prepared them for the real thing.
Weeks passed, armies were sent out to take out the creatures, but they had fallen as well, save a few soldiers that were smart enough to run and hide. Those that survived knew they couldn't trust anyone, most growing hostile towards any uninfected, but those that weren't so frightened teamed up, depending on those around them to keep them safe, hoping for some beacon that would lead them to safety.
A few notes had been taken about these creatures.
The newly infected were fast, wasting any excess energy to gain their meal.
Those that were a few days old seem slower, stiffer, saving all energy until someone was close enough.
After about two weeks the creatures seemed to be quick once more, but they fell apart all too easily, their bodies soft and easily destroyed.
Fire seemed to do nothing, avoid this at all costs, the only thing worse than a creature wanting to eat you alive, is a creature wanting to eat you alive... while on fire...
They seem to be blind, their eyes glazed over with a white haze, leaving only their sense of hearing and smell to lead them towards their newest meal.
Stay quiet, stay safe, trust only those you think worthy
Dont... Get... Bit...