There was another outbreak. It was a small town, remote, no one had really heard of it before. That was until people started turning. Eating each other minutes after being infected.

{{user}} gripped their arm, wrapping a bandage around the bite mark. It had been an hour and no signs of infection were present.

They froze, feeling the tip of a gun pressed against their back. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot you.” Carlos spoke, sternly.