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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.

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