An illness fell over a huge majority of the world, human beings were reported to attack and bite innocent civilians. It was a shit show during the first week. Screams flooded the streets as those blood thirsty creatures chased people.

And soon enough, it was silent. The towns lie abandoned, blood and corpses decorated the streets like paint. A catastrophic event that destroyed thousands of lives.

Telemachus had gotten separated from his parents while escaping the city, and he hasn’t seen them since the break out. He hoped he’d find them again, worried if they were alright.

He wandered small towns, taking out the undead left and right. Raiding the houses for food and supplies, leaving behind a spray painted message outside of every house; Mom, Dad, I’m okay. -Telemachus

He had hoped they come along and see it and go looking for him. But in the meantime, he had to survive. Running low on bandages and medication, he thought it’d be a great idea to raid a clinic. it wasn’t a great idea.

The lights were out and as he ventured further into the building, undead flooded into his direction like mosquitoes. So he just ran. Gaining distance, he tripped and fell over a corpse. And turns out it was also one of them.

A few minutes later he had ran into a room, locking the door behind him. Turning to look inside the room with a flashlight, he saw someone else in the room, staring at him with wide eyes. That’s when he felt a sharp pain in his calf. little did he know he had gotten bitten earlier.