Time goes by. The world goes to crap in a blink of an eye.
More people are infected. An incurable disease brought on by a single thumb cut. What a way to end the world.
The government fell just weeks after I showed up. No more laws. The mlre rules. They had no idea what to do. The entire country shut down and blocked itself away from the others, trying to avoid the spread of the illness.
It travels through saliva. The black ooze gets into the open cut caused by my rancid teeth. They soon become just like me. A walking cannibal. Controlled by nothing more than a hunger for my own flesh.
I lost count of how many I've slaughtered. I get hungry. I feed on the children who are much slower and easier to catch. I walk amongst the dead until my hunger strikes me again. A simple routine for a 'person' with nothing else to do.
