It's the year 2047, and a virus is turning anyone it infects into rabid animals. The human race is on the brink of extinction. This is Eve's story, a woman struggling to hold onto her humanity while the virus wreaks havoc on her body. Living in a hu...
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Chapter One
Have you ever knelt in the tall grass of an abandoned field, the scents and sights and sounds assaulting you from every angle, while you waited for a wild boar to wander by so you could violently murder it?
If you haven't, you've never lived.
Of course, that probably only sounds remotely appealing if you're one of two types of people. The first is a bloodthirsty psychopath who has gone too long without sticking a knife into something. The other is someone like me... although, I'm not exactly what you'd call a "person."
My name is Eve. Just Eve. I had a different name once, and another name to go after it, but it's gone now. In truth, I can't remember what my old name was. Maybe I simply have no need for it anymore, so my mind has erased it. Maybe the transformation wiped it from my mind. Either way, my name is Eve now, so don't bother trying to call me anything else.
So, I was crouched there in the tall grass, my eyes scanning the field in front of me, my tail twitching eagerly behind me. I unconsciously angled my ears up and down, trying to catch every little sound and locate where it came from. My right hand gripped my wooden spear, itching to put it to use- to kill. I blamed the big hunk of mutton I had strategically placed on the ground twenty feet away from me. The smell of meat drifted into my nose, making my mouth water. I licked my lips, my tongue gliding over my thin, sharp teeth. At the moment, I honestly wanted nothing more than to devour the succulent meat instead of wasting it on some stupid pig.
But I forced myself to remain still. My tribe needed food, and a whole boar would feed more of them than a hunk of sheep meat would. I wasn't exactly on good terms with them, so I couldn't risk their anger by eating the bait I was supposed to use to bring home food. Maybe if I did this, they'd finally let me sleep close to the fire tonight, instead of out in the cold. I'd thought that same thing every other time I went hunting, more times now than I could count, but maybe, just maybe, this would be the time. The thought did nothing to comfort my rumbling stomach, though.
A soft grunting noise came from the other side of the field. Immediately, I went rigid and crouched even lower behind the grass. My tail swished back and forth, gently rustling the grass behind me.
The boar lethargically made its way into the field, its big nose up in the air, sniffing out the meat I had placed for it. I had scouted this area frequently, and knew the boar came by this field on a daily basis. I had set my trap so that the boar's path would be downwind of the meat, while I was far enough away to evade his sense of smell. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the giant pig bumbled in, completely unaware that I was watching its every move. Finally, with a snort of satisfaction, it found the mutton and dug in.
I gave a shrill cry of excitement, and leaped from my hiding spot. The boar, distracted by its free meal, was slow to react, and I immediately drove the tip of my spear into its hide. The pig threw its head back and squealed in pain, whirling around and trying to gore me with its tusks. I jumped backwards nimbly, ripping my spear out of its body. With an angry snort, it hooved the ground and charged at me. I did not move out of the way. My instincts would not allow me to. Instead, I waited until the last moment before darting forward, placing my foot on its face, and vaulting myself into the air. I performed a graceful flip before plunging my spear into the boar's back.
