Flu Season (© Erin Jones)
Page 2 What awoke in the late morning the next day was no longer the Roger Benton and the Madison Dane the world had once known. The bodies were the same, but their
minds no longer functioned with clarity. All thoughts were dead of feelings and
only seemed driven by the most basic of instincts. They rose stiffly and moved
without defined purpose. They moved mechanically towards the patio door. They
walked into it three times before it broke with a loud shattering sound. Once
outside, they stumbled forward. Nothing was clear to their dull minds. They
could not comprehend the images they saw. The shouts and sounds of sirens did
not register in their minds. The world just was. The world was chaos. The world
was panic and confusion. The truth could not be comprehended by their dying
brains. A man appeared before them. He stopped and raised something to his shoulder. A flame like a flower appeared before Roger. He felt a sensation like someone
poking him in his forehead with their finger. In the fraction of a second
between life and death, Roger Benton understood the truth. Zombies…yes,
zombies. The apocalypse had begun.
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