Infectious, A 100 Word Story
The world changed on a Thursday.
That just seemed wrong. Thursdays are pub quiz or game night. Thursdays should not signal the apocalypse.
One diseased patient. One infected bite. One unbelievable contagion that swept the planet.
Jackson shuffled along the empty road. It had been days since he'd eaten or even seen a living soul.
Through his blurred vision he caught movement. It was one of them. Immediately his stumbling walk became a run.
Too late he was seen as he crashed into the group of refugees and began to rip the living flesh from their screaming bodies.
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