Everything happened so quickly. One day, I was eating pizza with my best friends, the next, there's a sudden epidemic. Every channel on the television, every station on the radio was talking about how dead bodies in morgues and hospitals were coming back to life. Scholars were trying to explain what was happening, but everyone knew they didn't know. The government sent out military forces, but they quickly died by the feasters. One bite was almost like instant death. Once you were bitten, you closed your eyes, died, but then came back to life. You were just like them until someone put you out of your misery by brain damage. The funny thing about it all was that all of this was happening in only one state, New York. The rest of the United States, and the rest of the world was fine. No one understood what was happening at the time. Now, it's been five years. There's no power. Everyone dear to me was either permanently dead, or a feaster. I was all alone, with nothing to my name but a couple bottles of water, and a bloody hammer.