The 900 (reboot)

Have you ever watched the life drain from a person's eyes, the clouds of death and fear taking shape over their pupils. Watched their skin turn grey, and their veins a vague black. Their lips turn blue as the last whisps of oxygen flow from their deceased lungs.

Then, maybe minutes later, their eyes come back to life. The clouds, though, are no longer a picture of death, but a painting of blood lust as they stand up, and howl their deafening cries. Their claws reach for your chest, and sink in by centimeters, then inches, all the way until their cold, sharp fingers grip your heart and squeeze it dry.

If you haven't, then you've never seen true hell. The hell that doesn't send chill down your spine, but snakes instead. The kind that doesn't spill blood, but rips out the entire cardio-vascular system. The hell that surrounds Adrian in what is a never ending war between paradise and pestilence.

But haven't you ever found it interesting, just how a simple infection, a parasite, or however you want to see it, can appear oh-so-suddenly, and change the humanity in an entire planet? Just how deep does this so-called virus run? And why can't Adrian shake the feeling, that there are more than just undead corpses stalking his every move.