Immunity

I watch the infected tear apart the peice of meat, grabbing it with their dead hands, fighting with each other over it, driven purely by hunger. I watch them bite into the hunk of beef and chew madly. It felt so weird not to be running from them. Then they stop mid-chew, and their faces begin to contort and twist, their mouths uttering horrible screams of pain like they were burning from the inside. They begin to fall down, one by one, clawing at their necks and screaming, with a thick flow of white foam pouring from their mouths. Eventually, their screams quiet to low groans, their clawing becomes feeble scratches at their necks, until all is quiet, and they lay like still and rotting corpses. I couldnt believe it. My blood was the key to bringing human kind back from extinction. Me.