The Plague Survivor (© Mark Loughton)
Page 1 The Nihilistic began to burn out; their number was dwindling
due to the blistering of their blood vessels. One country after another began
to fall; the virus reacted so successfully no quarter was spared. As their
number fell, the remaining ones began to turn on themselves. The streets of
Paris , New York and London were littered with rotting bodies. Naturally due to the lack of human care, the now feral
animal population began to feed upon the dead bodies. One man who had held out
during all of this madness stumbled out from his make shift hideaway in an
abandoned police station. He stared down at the dog he had just shot in the head; its
brains were splattered all over the road. Martin had not wanted to kill the
dog; however it been hunting him. for the past few days. He flicked on his little Dictaphone,
which he had used to document his travels, in the hope that someday he could
share his experiences with someone, truth be told, anyone would do. The green
light signaled he could begin. Obviously with the urban areas filled with rotting corpses
the animals started to feed on them. The virus for some strange reason didn’t
do anything detrimental to animals except for the rabbits and rodents who died
more or less instantly after catching the infection. For some animals the virus
was highly beneficial especially dogs who for some unknown reason became super
intelligent. After the plague claimed most towns and cities the dogs started to
feed on the dead bodies of the humans scattered about the place, I have a
suspicion that they also ate the really sick amongst the infected that hadn’t
passed away yet. The dogs had started to organize themselves into one huge
pack about seven months ago. They seem to survive by eating the corpses of the
dead or by eating any wildlife they can find. About two weeks ago when I was Traveling through Scotland I came across a looters
encampment. I watched the place for a few hours or so then I decided to go in.
The camp was long since emptied of people. The only things that remained was a
soiled king sized bed that had handcuffs along the metal frames and torn and
soiled panties that had been ripped off by force were strewn about the ground
like petals from a rose. I’m guessing that whatever happened to any woman the
looters came across it wasn’t nice for them. It sounds horrible and I know it
but I’m so thankful my wife died through her breast cancer than this rancid
way. Aside from the bed and the empty vehicles and tattered
remnants of the tents the place was empty, in fact it looked like there had
been some sort of pitch battle here at some point because rusty cartridges were
spilled across the ground most of them were spent. I don’t know what it was
that happened here but there were no human remains left, it’s almost like the
dogs are cleaning the land up. The first time I heard the pack was on that day.
There I am standing like an idiot in the middle of the field when I heard the
thunder coming towards me. Instinct told me to run back to the car and fuck
off, however my curiosity decided a different tack. I drove my car a bit
further uphill and sat inside with my engine switched off all the while the
thunder started to approach me from the east. From my point of view slouching underneath my car blanket I
saw the first batch. The dogs were of all breeds and sizes but the dog that was
leading them was a jet black Rottweiler. When it slowed down the other dogs
slowed down behind him its deputy seemed to be a brown pit-bull of some sort it
had one eye missing and a chewed mangled remnant of a right ear. The dogs
followed the Rottweiler down to the centre of the looters camp and it waited in
the middle. From behind my car I thought I could hear a child crying. I have to
say the noise still haunts me today. I decided to remain as still as possible
and watch what was unfolding in front of me. I heard a mass of growling coming from behind my car it was
only from my rearview mirror from the side that I could see the dogs dragging
something. The white Horse had been crippled by severe mauling to its
back legs and it was now of no threat to the pack of hungry dogs, yes it took
five of the fuckers out but in its heart of hearts it knew it was fucked. The
dogs careful not to break the flesh on its face dragged it down towards the looters
camp towards the Rottweiler in the middle. [ Continue to page 2 ] |