Infected
When an disease outbreaks and kills the ones you love, do you keep fighting the war or BE the war…
Prologue
Sirens fire away, luminous red lights blinking rapidly. Danger. Heavy breathing, loud footsteps, hunger creeping in and filling your brain. Danger. Screeches, wires flung everywhere, blood spilling to the floor. Danger. Needles, screams, victims blood splattered on the wall. Danger. Fighting, kicking, biting, needles with liquid pushed into your arm. Danger. Hungry eyes black as coal, veins slivering down your face, losing hair and skin. Danger. Last chance of humanity gone, the beast taking over. Danger. Loved ones dead, killing on your mind. Danger. Killing, killing, killing. Danger. Swiping, devouring, stripping flesh. Danger. Bodies demolished, evil took over. DANGER… Looking up… Saying goodbye…Crying your silent cries…
"Hmm, Sir, I think we have found our new disease, just need to plan for the outbreak." Danger.