The Infected

A piercing inhuman scream filled the cold winter night. Snow covered the outside floor, stretching across the city. It looked delicately beautiful, if not for the blood that splattered across the snow in beautiful angry puddles. Making the snow look paler than it already is. Cop cars and ambulance sirens could be heard throughout the city almost in sync. Not long after the sound of the cities siren alarm woke the citizens that were in a deep slumber. Only to wake up to a horrifying nightmare, in which they cannot wake up from.

My name is Maria Swordsman and this is my story of how the apocalypse came to be.