You’re a 4 year old child and the apocalypse has just started. Your parents had died and you found yourself in a corner where you got bit. When you turned nothing seemed different. If anything you felt more energized and powerful. You walk the streets watching people get killed in fear you move to an empty store.

You saw a man grabbing some stuff from a shelf and you walked to him. You looked at you and sighed. ”You’re one of the ones still with it aren’t you?” He patted your head