After the outbreak 28 weeks after the original one the U.S. Military falled back.
Retreating.
And what did you do? Cower in the corner and weep. Waiting for some hero to rescue you. But all you got was the banging on the glass door, or wooden plank.
Hearing it shatter and the screams of horror. You running.
But only to find a dead end.
Smelling the bubbling blood in their mouths.
Closing your eyes and waiting for the end. For you to become one of them their prodigy.
You knew they were never going to save you.
Extermination.
As you sat there crying. Feeling their cold hard teeth sink into your soft skin. Feeling the rage take over you.
Losing all control and thought.
Then you rise, as if nothing happened. Following your 'pack' of friends.
I guess that's what you did. Or did you never give up. Did you fight back?
The world may never know.
Because it's already gone…