The pain, it's intense. The fever rages across your body like wildfire. You can feel the virus spread to your brain, killing everything you were, everything you could have been.

Sitting in the corner, alone, the pain magnifies, as you realise that you are going to die soon. Praying won't do a god damn thing, so you don't waste your time.

As you close your eyes, you see the faces of your loved ones, and you mourn for the fallen, hope for the survivors. Your memories start to blur together, and the fever that is crawling across your body is making you talk to yourself. You laugh at the good memories, and cry at the bad. You don't notice your hot tears on your cheeks. They mingle with the pain that is already there.

One of them comes to sniff you, making sure you are dead, and you must smell it already, because it soon stumbles away, searching for another victim.

You can feel yourself fading, slipping away, and you try desperately to hold onto the light that fills your eyes. But, eventually, you step into darkness, and your last human breathe escapes your lips, one last time.

When you wake up, there are no memories. Just an unsatisfied longing for something, something you would kill for.

You stumble across the field, towards the city. You can smell something tasty, and you want it now. You bump into others occasionally, but every one of them is so focused on the hunt, no one notices.

Your limbs are stiff, and you can feel the broken bones of when you were attacked. But your brain is telling you to eat, and it therefore bypasses the pain.

You hear voices, smell warm, human flesh and you turn in their direction. So does everyone else.

The voices are getting louder, smell getting tastier, hunger getting crazier.

They are in an old department store, but you don't care. There are two glass doors separating you from your meal, and you will do anything to get through to them.

The others are already pressing against the door, making the glass crack under the pressure. The first door is already broken when you get there.

You see the humans in the store, and seeing them makes your hunger grow even wilder.

You walk around to the side alley; your instinct takes you there. You see the humans all run outside, and you make a run for them. You hold out your arms, hoping to catch one.

You see a young Asian boy and something inside you snaps. You run for him, hold onto his warm skin, and bony arms.

His face gives a flicker of recognition. He steps away from you quickly, with his face contorted in pain.

His face is all you see when the bullet goes through your brain, turning it to mush. You spend your last moment on the sidewalk, before you die properly.

There is no pain now, no hunger for flesh. Just peace. You say goodbye silently to the world before you die. But this time, there is no darkness.

Only light.