As the world spun outside the safety of our bunker, we knew something was wrong. The radio crackled with news of a disease that was spreading across the globe at an alarming rate. We were among the lucky few who had managed to escape the initial outbreak, and for weeks, we stayed locked in the bunker.
But as the supplies started to run low, we knew we had to venture outside for food and water. It was a risk, but one we had to take. And that's when it happened.
We had been careful, of course, but somehow, one of us had been contaminated. It wasn't obvious at first, but as the days wore on, we started to notice subtle changes in their behavior. They were becoming more aggressive, more restless. And then, one fateful night, the screaming started.
In a matter of hours, the disease had run wild.