Milkweed

It was only thought to be a flu, it was winter, flu season.
Why would they think of it any less? It was just another year.

Till people noticed it was killing more of their friends and family than them recovering. But they came back only hours after their heart stops, breathing stopped. Taking a little half of the population down to the grave and crawling back, starving.

Take what you can run with, stay quiet, survive, it doesn't matter if you have wealth, or the newest fashion trend, or even if your the most popular person or least, you'll die anyways.

No one is safe.