Two weeks have passed
since the infection spread across the city of Pennsylvania. Green
Flu, they called it. A highly contagious virus that caused
aggression, mutation, and loss of higher brain functions. There were
only four of us now. Bill, Louis, Francis, and myself. For whatever
reason we were immune to the virus.
I wasn't in any position
to ask why. Only thankful that I didn't have to worry about becoming
one of those things. I heard
it said all the time that, “There are some things worse than
death.” I didn't believe it until I saw the infected running
through the city with nothing to guide them, nothing but their rage.
