Author's Note: ANY REPRESENTATION OR MENTION OF REAL PEOPLE, BUSINESSES, OR HISTORY IS PURELY FOR THE 'Hey that's that' FACTOR!!! ANY ACCIDENTAL PREDICTION OF THE FATE OF AN INDIVIDUAL OR SOCIETY IS PURELY ACCIDENTAL!!!
Zombies. Zombies everywhere.
They appeared like a swarm of bees. No sign of or any indication of their existence. A folktale, or a thought if you will. Then you shake the hornet's nest. Or in this case, you don't research the chemicals you're using before you use them.
We drifters call the virus 'ViruX', or 'The X' for short.
The X started out as a bunch of everyday drugs, diseases, and chemicals. We believe that, not that we care to, the virus is a combination of the flu, Mad-Cow Disease, and the most devastating ingredient, methane. As soon as the virus was created in a sixth-grader's lab experiment, it spread into the atmosphere via the methane. Almost like a corruption.
ViruX was benign at first, infecting people via the air with not a single side affect or symptom. Then it mutated.
Infected people became ruthless cannibals with no remorse, or conscience. Only one primal instinct.
EAT. FEED. KILL.
Survivors either banded together and established a facade of order and safety, or they seeked a fix, or a illusion of a 'Promised Land'. Most of them just became zombies, doomed to walk the barren lands, forever hungry.
A few of the smarter people were a mix of the two. We drifted from place to place, never sticking to one town longer than a month. The very rare times we are around civilization, or what's left of it, we are reclusive. If one person so much as hints that they know where we will go next, we change our paths and go a completely different direction. The more ruthless amoung us simply...dispose of them.
I'm writing this to tell the future drifters what to watch out for. Who to trust. And most importantly, what to run from.