Mankind devoured - BOOK 1

Part 1: the beginning

The year 2023.

The world shifted and roared around the young man. Hundreds of warm bodies moving around him like waves in the oceans of hell, pushing him, pulling him with them. Hundreds more cold bodies laid by his feet, bleeding, congealing, decomposing. Life was hell, death was hell, there was no escape as the young man gasped for his breath, barely able to expand his lungs within the writhing tsunami of raging men and gargling beasts. The infected could not be distinguished from the healthy in this horrific, bloody mess and for the first time in a long time. The young man felt scared. Scared for his life, scared for his comrades, and he prayed desperately to a God, any God for forgiveness. For he had sinned, and he was afraid to die.

He relentlessly swung his machete, wordlessly yelling and powering into any body he saw, not even caring if it was alive or not, infected or healthy.
He could no longer feel his arms that had once burned with exhaustion, he was just on autopilot now.

In the mass panic of battle, the young man remembered to the very start. Where this new world all began.

The year 2018.

2 weeks after initial infection.

"I'm not killing it." Jamie mumbled loosely, looking at his feet.

"Why the fuck not? You dragged the infected bitch in here!" Corey retaliated.

"How the fuck was I meant to know?"

"Check her for bites, retard!" Alex suddenly shot up.

Alfie looked at his arguing college friends. Then he looked at the young infected girl who was rabidly snarling and frothing in the dog cage in the apartment they'd holed up in. He then looked back at his college friends.

They were all 17, fresh into their second year of college studying sports and public services. Well, they used to do that anyway. Alex and Corey were typical football lads, always buying season tickets for big teams and getting a bit too upset when their shit team lost. Alex was a slender boy with jet black hair and a neck beard, always used to get the girls even though he was an unholy bastard.
Corey and Jamie were both in good shape, Jamie being a bit of a behemoth and Corey being a defined kickboxer.

Jamie used to be a rugby player for the local team and Alfie's best mate. He had dark brown hair and a strong, defined looking face. And Corey used to take part in competitive fights, liking to think of himself as tough but had never actually been in a proper one, he looked similar to Jamie apart from he was bleach blonde. Malik wasn't in the living room, he'd decided he wanted to go and take a shit in their toilet room whilst everybody decided what to do with the freak in their living room.

Malik and Alfie were similar, both white, moderately good shape, brown hair and attractive enough to get girls if they chose to. Not that there were many left to get with after the outbreak.

When the television went off a week ago there had been a reported 3 billion cases of infection, that's when it stopped. All news turned off and the TV was just static, the phones were pretty much the same, computers and all that were gone. No connection, the whole world was in the dark.

"I'm not fucking stripping an 8 year old girl for bites you dumb prick! I'm not a nonce!" Jamie was shouting by now.

"Can't a boy shit in peace?"

Alfie turned his head to see Malik stood in the doorway with a knife in his grasp.

"So what do you suggest we do?" Corey asked with a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Kill her don't we?" Malik replied making his way to the cage and banging it with his knife hilt. "Get close so I can end you!" He shouted.

The girl launched herself at him, failing because of the cage that stood in her way. She snarled and bared her blackened teeth at him, shaking the bars enough that they became white with pressure.