Mutant Uprising

1

It started as a normal day, just like any other. I took a shower and grabbed a quick cup of coffee before heading out of the front door and waving goodbye to my loving wife. I jumped on board the bus, sat down, turned on my MP3 player and promptly entered my usual day-dream state.

I finally arrived at my office building, heading up to the 10th floor and arrived at my desk to see a huge pile of paper work. I sighed and got started. A scream from down the hall broke my concentration. I considered going to see what it was but the thought quickly passed. Probably just another hysterical secretary overreacting to a spider.

Just as I started getting back to work something else grabbed my attention. I peered out of window into the street below and to my astonishment I saw a scene of utter chaos. People fighting, even was killing each other for seemingly no reason. By this time some of my co-workers had gotten up from their desks and joined me in staring out of the window. I turned on the radio built into my cell phone. The radio began blurting out all kinds of information. It said that a new breed of virus had been discovered, one that would change its victim into a homicidal maniac. This virus was highly contagious and was spreading rapidly. Their advice was to stay where I was and that if I were to encounter an infected person I should try to destroy their brain. At this point I felt myself entering a state of mild shock. It was obvious that whatever was going on was serious, and that a significant percentage of the population was going to be killed or wounded over the course of the next few days.

My thoughts quickly turn to my wife, was she okay? What if these maniacs were near our home? I pulled out my cell phone and began trying to call my wife. I dialed the number but immediately got an error tone. I tried several times before giving up. I was annoyed with my self for wasting time; I should have known the phones would have been overwhelmed. I then decided that I would go home and make sure that my wife was okay. I began to make my way through a series of corridors that led to the elevator. On my way I noticed a struggle out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a disfigured man frantically clawing at and biting a young woman's leg. Blood was already pouring from her multiple wounds. The woman cried out for me to help her. I began to look for somebody to help but all of my fellow co-workers seemed to be far more interested in saving their own skins. By the time I returned to the office both the crazed man and the wounded woman had gone. I decided to continue to the elevator.