I wrote a short story from the infected point of view, about someone who was once human but was bitten and is now filled with impulsive canniballistic rage, and who has to struggle with an internal conflict not to mention all of the former memories that plague them.
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Public transport was halted and highways were packed, there was no escaping. People ran wild through the streets and panic spread throughout cities. But in a heartbeat, it stopped. That fast, in a blink of an eye the majority of the world’s population... turned into savages.
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How could this happen? One of these things bit me! I can’t tell the others, they would just put a bullet to my head, but I can’t stay here and risk turning into a cannibal and feasting on them, maybe I can just wash it out or something. There’s a public bathroom over there, that’s bound to have a sink.
Come on work you stupid thing, goddamnit turn on already you freaking tap!
Oh… oh… oh no! This can’t be happening; the room… it’s spinning, what… why am I on the floor? I’m so cold.
Memories, memories buzzing around in my head like flies… I try to catch one and when I do it immediately flies away. I wander around knowing I am not normal. There are these things, these creatures, and when I see these creatures, I feel a rage building up inside of me and I suddenly feel so hungry; then I chase them, I chase them for however long it takes and when I catch them, well, things start to get blurry. Why I do it? I have no idea, at this moment I know it is wrong, I used to know these things. But when I see them… I just lose control.
“Come on, let’s go hunt these freaks, teach ‘em a lesson for eating our family and friends!”
I hate myself, when I look down at my hands and feet, deep down inside I feel disgusted. I look at the others; they give me a hollow stare as they shuffle along. I feel angry just thinking about them. I start to wander away, I might go find some of those creatures - I have become very fascinated with them as when I see them they start to bring back memories, for the short time before I start chasing them anyway.
“There are refuges located in the outskirts of the city; if we hurry we can still get in one, hurry up! The news said we don’t have long.”
My attention is suddenly drawn towards a large structure that is covered in strange foreign texts. I wander in and push past a broken down door and am greeted with the sight of hundreds of dead bodies. Blood and bones all over the place, it makes me feel depressed, but then I get hit with the smell of their flesh; I start to feel strange and feel that rage building up again, but I resist. I go back out before I go crazy and continue searching for them.
“Reports have shown that an increasing number of people are becoming ill and have shown symptoms of extreme anger and even shown signs of cannibalism. If you know someone showing these symptoms or are keeping someone like this in your house it is strongly recommended that you isolate them and contact the proper authorities…”
Freak, I’m a lonely freak, that’s all that plays in my head as I see giant signs with those creatures plastered on them, interacting with each other and looking happy, I guess these things must be social. Even more intriguing though are these giant buildings that surround me, appearing to almost be touching the sky. Were these things built by the creatures? But why would anyone ever need such things, perhaps they’re shrines of some sort…
“Help me! For the love of god, help me! Please… oh Jesus… help me please! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE!”
I see a group of others, they seem to be attracted to something, and best bet would be the creatures. I come over to see what they’re looking at and sure enough it is a group of them. The creatures seem to have sticks of fire that murder my fellow people, so I’d better avoid them as I know that the creatures and us are on uneasy terms. The creatures are communicating to each other in a loud way, maybe signalling for help? I take a way around avoiding their sight and trying to get behind them so I can observe them more.
“They’re breaking through the walls! You, help me secure this area, no time for backing out now matey!”
They haven’t seen me, yet. Their firesticks are getting louder and louder and now I’m afraid. I walk around a wrecked vehicle… vehicle… a swarm of memories hits me in a flash and I stand still in a trance as a flood of information enters my head. One of the creatures shouts something and then all eyes are on me, I feel a burning sensation, then again, then again, and then again. I soon realise they are using their firesticks on me and I suddenly have no idea how long I have to live. But then, that rage… I feel it building up, my legs start moving faster and faster and I start running towards them as they keep trying to take me down with their firesticks, but there is no stopping me.
“Hey! Over here! We’re a group of survivors, and I can see you’ve managed to survive so you might as well stay with us, never know when an extra pair of hands will come in handy.”
They’re gone; I hate myself so much right now. I don’t remember what happened, but I can probably guess. I see the others, with a wild look in their eyes, knawing on bones and limbs. I feel full; I don’t have the strength to get up and continue to sit in this pool of blood. I look around trying to find any sign of the strange creatures, but all I can see are unrecognisable body parts being munched on by the others. I give up, I might as well enjoy being who I am, there is no way I can tame myself, so I might as well look on the bright side, better them than me.
“You’re cute, what’s your name? Forgotten? Heh, that’d be right, I mean with everything going on, but things have calmed down now…”
Nothing to do but wander, wander around searching for nothing. Life, so dull. I look around as more and more of the sky-reaching buildings surround me, I must be getting deeper in their civilization. I wonder what those creatures did for entertainment; I see the streets littered in strange objects and containers along with vehicles. Vehicles… It sounds so familiar yet so distant, I can make out a very blurred picture in my mind, but I keep losing it. I think I have one, maybe, or maybe I used to have one. Too many memories; too many flies.
“We can’t all live forever ya’know?”
I continue to wander around; I come across another one of those structures with all the text all over it, strangely familiar too. I am attracted by the bright lights inside this structure and as I come closer I notice others who also drawn by these lights. The others all bang on the outside, trying to get in, but I decide to go and look for another entry. There is an opening and I creep inside where it is even brighter. I am blinded by the sudden change of lighting and stagger around blindly for a bit, crashing into objects but eventually regaining sight. One of the creatures appears and stares at me, I wait for the rage… no rage? Memories… too many memories. All my memories, this creature, this human, this person. I suddenly understand, all my surroundings, I now know. This is a window, I can see out of it, this is a chair, you can sit on it, this table, you can put coffee mugs and newspapers on it. I am filled with glee and have an overwhelming sense of joy, this person, so familiar; I get closer to get a better look of their face. Who are they? I know them, for sure. A gun… a gun! No, those are bad, why is that person pointing it me? I go closer; I want to talk to them, talk, a form of communication, but how to do it?
I’m learning so much; just from this one person… maybe this person can teach me to talk. Maybe… maybe we can be friends?
“Jesus Christ, these things are all over the place!”
“Just aim for the head and spare none of these savages”
“Haha! Got one, did you see that? Splattered his brains all over the place!”
“Nice shot”
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