Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.2

It wasn't long before a lot of the governments in different parts of the world began to crash and burn, as even the Presidents, or Kings, or Queens, or any other higher power of any area could not be fully protected by the plague. After just one month, most of the population had died off due to the monsters that seemed to have taken the form of once normal humans. Especially in large countries and cities, where there were plentiful beasts and people for them to prey on.

Without any scientific knowledge or name of why this had suddenly happened, and given the signs of a wild animal, those that were infected- or transformed- were called the Feral because that's what they were, plain and simple. They could not be contacted, they could not be experimented on; it was hard for them to die or be killed and when they did, their bodies were already eaten and those that tried to go near to get a sample were eaten as well.

None of this stopped people from making wild theories, which didn't help the situation either. Many blamed it on the Devil, or demons, while others said that it was humanity's time to go back into it's primitive state. Some said illness, physical or mental, and some said zombie apocalypse despite the infection not spreading like a normal zombie apocalypse that society had been used to hearing about. None of it seemed to ease anyone else's mind either way.

Everyone could agree though, that the Feral were very easily and quickly considered the most dangerous predator that existed. This caused many shelters and safehouses to be placed immediately, where every non-feral human were recommended to stay. 

Through observation, it seemed that after the first fateful day there were no more signs of 'transformation' from a human into a Feral; but until it was factual, everyone was to stay in their own isolated cage built into the many shelters so as not to hurt others in case it happened again. Only a few volunteers were free to roam as they handed out food and necessities to everyone else, also agreeing that if they were to begin to 'turn', they could be shot down immediately.

And Jack didn't want to be a part of any of it.

He was lucky, to say the least, that he had gotten into an accident. Those that weren't harmed actually ended up worse off than those who had. As soon as the news spread quickly and shelters were being set up within a couple weeks, those that were in the hospital for injuries but were well enough to be moved were settled into the shelters; most of those that weren't harmed, didn't want to cooperate and went rogue, and officials (or what was left of them) had no time to waste their energy, resources, and effort to track those people down when it was possibly a lost cause anyway, so they placed those hurt as a priority first.

But Jack could see why everyone who wasn't dying didn't want to be locked up in a smelly, overcrowded area, with 'rooms' set up with only several inches of wiggle space, and hardly any way to sleep. Yet that was the least of Jack's worries.

From the time he woke up in the hospital, Jack was haunted by the memories of seeing all of the victim's burned and eaten corpses, and his girlfriend being crushed by a semi truck. He didn't even care that someone had found and saved him in time, he didn't feel grateful at all. All he wanted was Signe, the love that had died in front of him, the girl he still wouldn't have even been able to hold had the two been alive because everyone was separated from each other. That concept was difficult on a lot of others as well, including children and babies but Jack only thought and cared about his suffering. 

There was a part of the Irishman that told him to give up, and there was a part of him that said to escape. That there had to be a better place to die in than in that tiny cell. To at least find an answer, or find a friend, someone who was still alive and well on the outside. Maybe Signe was still alive somehow and in a different place or even somewhere else within the 'shelter'. Maybe Robin or Felix was alive. His family, even though they were in Ireland and he lived in the UK so he would never be able to find out anyway.