Emily Murphy

Infected

It’s been 6 months since the city was taken over every window boarded up to keep out the hoards, ever since the virus hit the world hasn’t been the same, people called it the zombie virus at first, but they’re not zombies not really, the victim is still alive, they still talk, drive cars, still use guns. They are not zombies, they’re worse, they call themselves the evolved, but anyone not infected would never call it that. The plague was thought to have been started in a lab breach they said it over and over again on the news, but everyone has their theories some say it was made by man for bio-weapons and it back fired horribly. Some say it was the work of God, I don’t believe in God not any more. The infected are aggressive, have no impulse control and typically have other infections and smell like rotting meat, some get infections so bad that the infection eats away at their skin they are known to bite people intentionally infecting them, its mob rule on the streets, the infected hunt human’s who refuse to be infected down, but worst of all are the ones who go cannibalistic they get another disease to boot, and though they can still walk and talk they can’t think straight they are they most aggressive of all they attack anyone not infected. I’ve lost my family, my mom and dad went out to get us supplies and never came back, all I found of my mom was her blood stained clothes and her locket, the gold heart shaped one my dad gave her for the anniversary two months before the plague began. I found my parents wedding rings that’s all that is left of them, my brother is missing, I fear the worst for him.