The sound of glass shattering... an explosion... small arms fire... screaming... Jericho sat up with a start, the nightmares never left. A cold sweat matted his clothes to his skin. He checked his phone to make sure the waitress had made it home, four AM, no text message or even call. He clicked the screen on fully, no service. Of course there would be no service when he wanted to make sure someone was safe. He blew out an irritated breath before standing up. His sheets were soaking wet with his night terror sweating. He stripped his bed, then sat in a chair in his living room, a small bottle of whiskey now in his hand as he waited for the spot on his bed to dry enough for the new sheets. He took a long pull from the small bottle, making a slight wince as the alcohol burned. The cheap stuff was never good, but it got the job done when it needed to, so he was thankful for that. He sat in the chair, staring at the floor, taking a drink every now and then for what seemed like forever. He reached into the pocket on the side of the chair, where he stashed a pistol for security of his home. He laid it out on the coffee table in front of him. He looked at it long and hard for what seemed to be hours, but in reality was several minutes. "Quickest way to lose the nightmares." He said to himself, as his hand gripped the pistol. He slowly raised the gun to his temple, his finger slowly starting the final squeeze...
CRASH! Glass broke, sounded like the window in his bedroom. He pulled the gun away from his temple, aiming it down the hallway as he slowly made his way towards his bedroom. "I suggest you leave, unless you want to meet your maker a fair bit sooner than you expect." He called out, his voice calm and stern. "If you leave now, we can forget this ever happened." No response, though there was a slight gurgling sound... like someone who was drowning in their own blood. It was a sound he would never forget. He slammed his palm against the light switch, turning it on. It seemed there was someone head first in his window, all he could see was the long brown hai--... Wait a second that looked like the hair of the girl he had just slept with... "Amanda?! What happened to you?" Then the hair became a face as the woman looked up at him. It had looked as if she had been drug behind a car on these backroads going 50, skin was sluffing off and it looked like she had bled profusely. The gurgling sound seemed to be emanating from her, shards of glass embedded deep into her throat. His radio had been left on before he had fallen asleep, and it chose this moment to broadcast a warning.
The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world's major regions, and is spreading rapidly. Be on guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any sort of contact out be infected, And if you find yourself out in a threatened position, please do not hesitate to act. Again, this is not a test. This is not a joke. We as a species are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered.
The next few seconds happened in a flash, the girl pushed through the broken window, lunging at Jericho.. One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... click... click... click... His pistol emptied of rounds as Amanda's once beautiful face, now was a puddle of gore attached to a neck.
"This cannot be fucking happening." Then he did as any normal person would do in this situation, he screamed.
