Life, a state of conciousness.
Death, the absence of life.
So what does that make these...things? Undead? Possibly but the problem is they never died in the first place. All I know is there's an infection that causes massive internal hemmoraging, a high fever and somehow induces an indiscriminate rage and cannibalistic urges.
These...Infected are no longer human. They look human, but there is nothing but an empty shell of the people they once were anymore. They attack anything uninfected and even attack the other infected as well.
As this planet slowly dies from without, I wonder is the human race going to survive the monsters within.
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