There were rumors in the newspaper about a new virus spreading, with little information. You're walking along the streets of the small town you've lived in for years, or on, being a homeless writer. Meanwhile, there's a man in a small house, sitting at the kitchen table as he reads the newspaper and sips a coffee. He pauses, taking a bone from the small plate in front of him, cleaning the blood and meat off before placing it in the plate for later, as he rolled up his sleeves and got up.