The Plague

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I hear them before I see them. The Cravers, they're here. I stumble as I try to get up from the floor. I was finishing my can of pinto beans that I found in an abandoned Walmart. I found that and rotten milk, I didn't take the rotten milk.

The Cravers approach me with my fork and can in hand. They slowly get closer. Thankfully there's only two of them. One is missing a leg, the other is missing half a face. The one with the missing leg reaches toward me with a bloody hand. I know I'll regret doing this, but I chuck my can of beans at the one with a missing face, while twisting my body stabbing my fork into the hopping guy's arm.

The man with one leg falls against me, leaving a trail of blood on my shirt. I stab him a couple more times just to make sure he's dead, then I grab a piece of cloth out of my gray Jansport backpack and wipe his blood off. I remember how my mother used to clean off my face when I was younger. I haven't seen a sane human for weeks. The only people that come near me already have the plague, and I'm doing everything I can to stay away from it.

I fall out of my gaze and remember the Cravers. I call them the Cravers because they're constantly craving flesh. I pack up my stuff and head down the way I came. To my right there's a wooden fence that's been broken up to the point that it just looks like splinters. To my left there's a skyscraper with hardly any windows. I sigh and keep walking, this is not the New York I remember...

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Should I right more? I'm just writing this story as I go on and I think it's somewhat good. If you even see this can you please let me know if you like it. Thanks!