its been 2 weeks since this whole thing started.
It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news, Everyone thought it
was just another oil spill- There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people
wanting to help the poor defenseless animals- Plenty of victims- Within hours of
the tanker accident, it started happening- The animals had gone crazy, they were
scratching and biting the clean up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse
effect to whatever was in that tanker.
Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear
screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that' s when it all went to hell.
As soon as they cut the door out.
There was 6 minutes of broadcast before it went silent. 6 minutes of screaming
and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons.
Breaking bones and tearing flesh, The people on the shore weren' t fairing any
better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It
was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast
still went on for 6 minutes- 6 minutes and then blank faces- Nobody could explain
what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the
weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldn' t make us unsee what we
I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on the news
or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They had some
explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it didn' t matter. It wasn' t
an infection we were afraid of, it was them,
4 days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet we' d all
seen this before- Every zombie movie ever- People didn' t know who to trust.
People were stockpiling food and weapons- Some tried to flee but it seems every
zombie movie was right- They didn' t make it 3 days later they arrived in my town-
I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that' s where the movies
lied.. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door
as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to make sure it would stay
shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see
the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.