Prologue

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I sit on my small couch in my home in Minnesota, watching the news. The reporter stands a distance away from the camera, yelling so the camera can hear him over the torrential downpour around them. It wasn't even cool rain, it was humid, disgusting, warm rain. The kind that even though you are soaked you will still sweat. The heat had been caused by the global warming that had been occurring over the last few years. Who really cared if it was just a little warmer right? The picture changes to a man sitting at a desk, looking distraught. 'Sorry, Phil! Breaking News! Another random assault has occurred, again, involving biting. Coincidence?' There had been a recent chain of assaults involving violently biting an individual. I pull out my note pad and etch a line next to the other 10. I've been keeping tally of how many attacks there have been in one month. This one brings the number to 11. The victims of the bites have been observed and seem to have some strange symptoms. Sneezing, vomiting, headaches, all normal cold symptoms right? They were just some of the symptoms, others include; extreme pain, muscle and limb failure, and in one case, even death. Most people judge them as unrelated to the bites, but me. I know better...

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