A night before it all began.
Winston arrive at his home after a long day of work. He's a 20 year old guy, looking weary, but with a good quality face that, despite not having any taste in appearance, has the achievable degree of handsomeness.
He doesn't like to brag, but everytime he returns home, the first thing he do is check the mirror. He always look at his face, wondering why does he have no lover with this face.
But once again, it was because of his clothing problem.
Not being able to catch on trends is a problem in this modern society. Giving in with it is also the same, thus, his problem became confusion, leading him to become a classical guy.
He paid the price for his decision and now regrets it. But his life as of now has been great if we set aside his desire for embrace. Being able to live in a comfortable home near the capital of Porzen, at the age of 20, is something to be proud of.
Having a source of income on that age is, of course, a desire everyone seek of his age.
"What a great night to have sip a coffee."
It seems the man himself has finished looking himself like a freak and decided to rest.
"Me?"
Yes, you.
"Why, you little shit!"
You can't fight me!
Anyways, this man here now decided to rest. He turn on the 42 inch smart TV he bought last week, fully paid. Put the channel on news and viola, he ended up sleeping in his still plastic-covered sofa which is pretty soft.
Though this guy lives his best life, he knows for himself that he doesn't live a fulfilling one. His desire to seek warmth is not for his dream lover only, but to his former friend is already overwhelming his current emotion.
He wants to live a free life away from them, and yet here he is being boggled by this kind of nonsense. Even in his dream, they appear.
"It's not my fault."
"It is you fault, for you to survive alone!"
"Yes, it's you who were to be blamed! You let them die!"
Those repeating words are meant to shackle him from the past he never meant to happen but wished to be avoided. If only he didn't accompany them, it'll probably trigger a butterfly effect, and things would've happen.
Truly, a miserable memories.
Wants to be erased yet kept on pestering him. Poor soul.
Those deaths are not something you should bear. You are the one with them, but you're not the one who caused it.
"I'm sorry."
Those last words of him before devouring himself to his own nightmare are something he never intend to change. Ever.
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The clock ticks, the sound of a reporter in the news channel keep talking. In his back is a place where people panics, as if something big is happening.
"Here now live in the 18th Avenue street where a person of unknown family suddenly starts attacking a person. The police are now trying to dominate the guy in rage as we speak."
You can see multiple figures dress in black with a word "POLICE" written on it tries to apprehend a person in question. To my observation, they seem to have been injured by this raging guy who seem to be unusually aggressive.
He wore a bloody face while trying to force himself out of the hands of these police. He bite, pull, and even shout like a thundering roar of a lion in distress.
This cause the fear of civilian surrounding them, they ran in panic. However, some people stayed and watch the police still trying to apprehend the guy despite its overwhelming strength.
And now, the sign of infection to those who were bitten has started showing up. Veins within their bite marks turn blue while the open wound darkens and rot incredibly fast.
Within mere minute of bite, the marks have now turn the person to another aggressive being. His face shows no sign of familiarity towards its comrades, only a predator who seek to eat his prey.
One by one, he bit every one of them. In instance, the spread became unstoppable and most people in the area are now either turned or dead. Flames of burning houses and cars surround the vicinity where the former 18th Avenue lies.
A beautiful busy street now covered in flames and blood, corpse and walking dead.
After that, it continued to spread like wildfire. Spreading from one city to another, until the entire country was put in a lockdown.
The government barely manage to hold its own, the military is trying its best to survive and relocate their bases. Some civilians are now left to their own accord.
And for the next 6 hours, it spread once again to its neighboring country for an unknown reason. Country by country, no one survive the strange sickness.
In the end, as dawn comes near. The streets are now filled by nothing but walking dead and abandoned cars, all over the country.
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He awaken from his slumber, ignorant of what's happening outside, he continue his daily routine.
He took a shower, toothbrush, took a shit. After that he prepared his breakfast meal, an egg and fried rice. He made his thanks and starts eating.
He tried to open the news channel before but to no accord, nothing appear. He was disappointed but he insisted to himself that something must be up to their channel.
It doesn't really concern him much since he's quite busy thinking about the dream he had last night. Always, in the morning when he woke up, he felt an unbearable irritation after forgetting most of his dreams he meant to remember.
He grab his smartphone, a 2k cellphone, fully paid with its screen protection still in it. He opened it and sadly there's no coverage near his area, even his wifi doesn't seem to work. As if something truly happen.
It starts to annoy him, questions starts to pop up in his head. Later, his questions will be answered. Until then, he played ignorant and kept his meal from getting warm.
And after he ate, he check his phone. Still no coverage, the time is 7:34. Time is running out, so he immediately put on his shoe, check for something he forgot and made his way outside.
And there he see, what truly cause his extreme irritation.