Random dream.

Black tendrils threatened to pull him under, they clawed at his vision and made it hard to think. He’d done his job, but would he be forgiven? He didn’t know. It was beyond his knowledge weather of not those infected would ever be free of what and where they were.  He must finish this email… it was … important.

He struggled to remember the words as the monsters outside tried to get into the room. He’d been through too much. Much too much for man to have endured.

Ravenous wolves, giant tunneling worms… the Infected  themselves…?

He was exhausted… and he was suffering…

Victor was his only hope. He pressed the send button as the beasts broke the door at last. He didn’t even fight them as one game forward and raised the Maglite as if to strike him.

It paused…

He fell to his knees as if struck; he began coughing, sputtering and gagging on the blood that was clogging his throat. With that spirit in his mind gone, he could no longer fight the infection.

Soon he would be dead.

But he had a friend.

A friend he knew would save him, redeem him… and continue what he could not… He fell to the floor at last the darkness claimed him.





Green words flickered on the old monitor... his dying words to a friend.

‘If fate smiles… I will be dead by the time you read this, if not, we all shall parish in the storm to come…

… Kill them… Kill them all!’