Fire of the Undead

The humans banned this stuff, hoping slips of paper could save them. All while they actively worked against those slips of paper, knowing that their enemies were doing the same. Then the idiots did it, and it spiralled out of control because they couldn't predict one variable.

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Chaos down below, fires spreading over cities, death, destruction and fear. The humans had brought this to themselves, they had warned themselves against this, but did it anyways. They thought pieces of paper could keep them safe, while they themselves worked against the papers behind the scenes. Idiots, all of them, and I can't believe I am technically one of them.

I hear the sounds of the chaos down below, growling, screams, eating. I glance down, seeing the chaos for the first time since I fled. A mass of bodies, rushing throughout the city streets. Cars, stuck in traffic, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the undead. A full-on zombie apocalypse, not a natural one, but a man-made apocalypse. A biological war between two superpowers, and one just happened to have made the perfect zombie virus. I don't know how the virus works, I should have to visit some medical facility to find out, and I fear those. But I suppose scientists would be a bit too distracted to spend time studying me while there is this zombie virus on their hands.

I shake my head, focussing my attention back to the skies. I see more people like me in the skies too, fleeing the chaos. I am glad they are, I'm not sure if the zombie virus can infect one of us, but I certainly do not want to see a zombie dragon. I notice a few of my fellow fliers are carrying humans, possibly family and friends. Dragons don't like having to carry humans around, but we would for our close ties. Personally I didn't have any family or friends in this part of the country, but my course should take me to them before the zombies do. Hopefully.