Endless atrocities and no one to blame. As the countless faces appear on screen of the now missing hurt or deceased. Many people can not see the information provided on how to contact the authorities in case of emergency and even less can see the warning signs or instructions on what to do in case of an accident. Nervousness of conversation and panicked laughter does not cease when the screams began.
The crowd was not to thick or sparse but centered around the viewing area. The building which was set to close for the day had not yet emptied. As people moved in the direction of the loud yelling it became clear that a fight may had broken out only moments before. As he and the closest on lookers neared the melee, it was obvious that blood had been shed. He and the small amount of on lookers are not shocked at the sight of the blood shed, but the look of one of the combatants as they shook violently upon the ground. A seizure...
The faint smell of blood and the vomit being wiped up from the marble floors was all he could see as the cops and ambulance handled the scene. The cops asking questions about bites in a panicked but calm tone and The paramedics checking people for what the questions should have already answered. The small crowds questions being g along the lines of how can a bite lead to a seizure and " what do you mean long sleep "? The answer being somewhere along The lines of avoiding large "hordes" or something similar and remember to barricade the doors. This sounded nothing like how to fight the "infection" or preventing any long sleeps.
The itching and burning was not what he experienced. It seemed some of the others may have. They were riding in a para transit now because it was all that was available on short notice and it could handle a crowd of this size. He could see that some of the passengers were doing poorly and rather it was from the ride or from the horrific scene was any ones guess. As he neared his destination he could see the growing crowds and slowed traffic.
Departing the para transit was his only option. Seperating from the group gave him the incentive he needed. A light jog back to his house and then maybe to the store if necessary. He was aware of how the infection has spread and could only say a prayer for the kind words of the other passengers however useless they may have been.
His anger had been subsided from being surrounded by those he could see had been "infected" .
Loose bowels and gas, a guy may have S#$% himself if they said that these are reanimated corpses or that infection these people have is deadly. "No" the idea was not to panic.
As he turned and looked at the para transit that was more than a few yards away, he watched as a small crowd slowly descended upon it. The rocking inside only instilled what he and one or two others may have noticed. The "infection" was already there. It did not take long before the rocking turned to screams. He thought it would be longer still before those screams turned to silence. After the silence...