h3b K-Virus: Prologue /b/h3

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I have been wandering around aimlessly for days, with only a few kitchen knives as protection. In that time, I have made my way from Lively to Sudbury Ontario. I really do not have any idea what I was doin' out there to begin with, my father wasn't at work that day, that day that my damned car ran out of gas. That day when I started noticing strange goings on.

A few days earlier

Seeing as my car decided to stop in the middle of highway 17, one of the busiest ones in the northern part of Ontario, I would have thought that at least a trucker would have drove by, but as I sat for hours, the highway was vacant of any movement. I was beginning to expect a tumble weed to cross the road. After a few more hours of this, I had decided to take the chance and walk the rest of the way to the Lively, seeing as it wasn't very far from my current location.
My first mistake.
As I walked, I began to notice the noises around me. Or, I suppose, the lack of noises. there would normally be the crickets or birds chirping, or a snowmobile on a distant trail. But in early December, as it is now, its to cold for any bugs and most birds, but there was yet to be even a speck of snow on the ground.
I continued walking, reaching Lively just as the sun meets with the horizon, and still, not a single car had drove by, not a light on in any house along the highway. It was no different in the city. The Tim Hortons was vacant of any source of light or the eager coffee dwellers that normally crammed into every available space. And the stores placed behind were no different. So, instead of going into one of them and doing the SMART thing, I decided to try my luck out on the train track, hoping to find someone else on the way.
My second mistake.
I'm not entirely sure how long I had walked along, but the moon was at its highest in the sky when I noticed a rustling in the gravel and trees ahead. The moon was bright enough that I could make out a blurry figure not far in the distance, walking towards me. It seemed as if the person were injured though, seeing as they walked with a noticeable limp.
My initial reaction was, like anyone's, relief. Except this only lasted a moment, because as the un-named figure came closer, I could get a better look, and upon seeing the blood and grime that covered them head to toe, I backed away. They'r movements became erratic and unpredictable as they began running at me
I turned quickly, tripping on a wooden peg from the tracks, due to my oh-so-magnificent coordination, and it wasn't long before I saw the shadow, and then the weight of the person over me.
Instead of screaming, as most normal people would, or a heroin in a slasher flick, I had picked up the largest and heaviest rock I could reach and hit them as hard as I could in the head, and almost instantly felt a mushy substance on my hand as I drew it away. As I did, the persons weight was lifted as they fell limply away from my body. I had turned to get up and run, but stopped as I saw my attackers face. It looked like it had rotted away, half of its jaw exposed, the hairline peeling away, the dead, white eyes with only the eerily small black pupil staring at me blankly. Not to mention my rock now embedded in its black mouldy forehead.
I got up and ran, ran for my dammed life to the closest house along the tracks, closing and locking that door behind me as fast as I could. Because I knew what that had been. I now knew what had happened.
The god-dammed apocalypse had decided to arrive with a flare of unpredicted eagerness.