The Survivors - 1

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They had been in the shop for two days. They were almost out of food and the water levels were practically gone. They had been living off nothing but fear and determination for the past few hours but now that wasn’t enough. There were six of them in total; they had been cramped into the tiny storage room in the back of the newsagents, barely surviving on what they had scavenged before they took to hiding.

The disease had struck so hard and so fast that preparation was almost impossible; in a matter of four days the townsfolk had become horrific beasts; caught somewhere between the realms of life and death. It had been easier at first, people said they were stupid for trying to hide and the whole thing would just blow over but, when more people started to get sick, then started dying, people stopped mocking them, generally because they were dead. There had been three of them at first, three who prepared for what they knew was coming, then when people realised what was happening they joined them, at one point almost the entire population of the village that remained were with them, then they got sick too, or they starved, or they got killed. Or they were eaten. 

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