Back From The Dead

I creep along the dusty path, being as silent as possible. I hear a faint shuffling behind me, instinctively I pull out my hunting knife and spin around, my heart racing. It's just one. Good. I sink my knife deep into it's head, the vile body sinking to the ground.

The world wasn't always like this. Before, you could walk around at night without the threat of being eaten. You could trust people, and walk in over-populated cities without a weapon.

It all started as a broadcast over the TV, people were warned to stay in their homes. The scientists would find a cure they said, no need to worry they said.

Then things started getting out of control, the president turned, killed most of the government. This is when the army started to collapse.

The broadcasts stopped, people got scared, it got worse.

All hope seemed gone until one more broadcast appeared, the final one. It stated that there was a safe city in San Antonio, Texas, the army was all there, food and water was there, you didn't have to worry. You'd be safe. I almost went down but figured it wouldn't last long.

Boy was I right, weeks later the dead got through, turning almost everybody there. Now San Antonio is the worst place to go in the world.

The world is just a shell of it's past, thriving self. People are coming back from the dead, eating their loved ones.

The virus eats away at the brain. You get a hallucinogenic fever, your heart stops beating after a couple of hours.

Then you come back, it could take anywhere from 10 minutes to 10 days. But they always come back,

Back from the dead.