PavellumPendulum
honey believe me, ill have your heart on a platter
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- Romance, modern, comedy, post-apocalyptic, slice of life.
6:41 AM.
The city of Concord, New Hampshire was beginning to wake up. There was a chill in the air, signalling the coming of fall in the upcoming months, but it wasn't too noticeable. Bakeries were preparing for their early openings. Kids were eating breakfast and moaning and groaning about the school day that would soon begin. September was in full swing. Downtown remained drowsy, but it would soon perk up as Concord came alive with the movements of its residents. Day to day life consumed the world, but it would soon lose its grip. The city had no idea what was coming.
7:02 AM.
The first call in to emergency services that day happened. A customer in line at a Starbucks passed out from a possible stroke. The paramedics were sent out. People whispered about it, but it doesn't even get registered as news as the customer was sent off to the hospital. Life continued on. In the hospital, they tended to the new patient, but no one thought much of it.
7:51 AM.
The patient awoke. Strange behaviours plagued them, groaning and grumbling, clawing at nurses and specialists, but they tried their best to treat the patient, at least. They had no idea what was happening to the young man, whose skin was rapidly decomposing, his body grasping for things that weren't there. Screams erupted from his hospital room when he reached out and sunk his teeth into the arm of the nurse tending to him. Security guards and other staff rushed in to help her.
8:20 AM.
The nurse was feeling unwell. They contained the original patient, but she soon started to exhibit the same behaviour. The hospital was overrun by the time anyone understood what was happening. It made the news. Reports of similar "riots" happening started to spread worldwide. First, in Canada. Next, in France. In Iran. In Thailand. In Mali. The world was falling apart before everyone's eyes. Traffic accidents on gigantic scales started to occur in the city as the infected started to roam the streets.
8:59 AM.
The pharmacy was small, but good enough for doing small errands. The small tv hung up on the wall stopped receiving cable, for some reason, but no one paid it much attention. There were only a few customers in line. In front, a teenage girl, talking hurriedly to the pharmacist through the plexiglass. The pharmacist looked apologetic. Harley was behind her, but at a respectable distance, for privacy reasons. Behind her, was an elderly man, and a middle aged woman. Everything seemed fine with the world...
Until a little boy stumbled through the glass doors of the pharmacy, looking barely even 10 years old. His arm was torn up something fierce, dripping blood onto the pale blue pharmacy floor.
It had begun.
@Viverescribere
The city of Concord, New Hampshire was beginning to wake up. There was a chill in the air, signalling the coming of fall in the upcoming months, but it wasn't too noticeable. Bakeries were preparing for their early openings. Kids were eating breakfast and moaning and groaning about the school day that would soon begin. September was in full swing. Downtown remained drowsy, but it would soon perk up as Concord came alive with the movements of its residents. Day to day life consumed the world, but it would soon lose its grip. The city had no idea what was coming.
7:02 AM.
The first call in to emergency services that day happened. A customer in line at a Starbucks passed out from a possible stroke. The paramedics were sent out. People whispered about it, but it doesn't even get registered as news as the customer was sent off to the hospital. Life continued on. In the hospital, they tended to the new patient, but no one thought much of it.
7:51 AM.
The patient awoke. Strange behaviours plagued them, groaning and grumbling, clawing at nurses and specialists, but they tried their best to treat the patient, at least. They had no idea what was happening to the young man, whose skin was rapidly decomposing, his body grasping for things that weren't there. Screams erupted from his hospital room when he reached out and sunk his teeth into the arm of the nurse tending to him. Security guards and other staff rushed in to help her.
8:20 AM.
The nurse was feeling unwell. They contained the original patient, but she soon started to exhibit the same behaviour. The hospital was overrun by the time anyone understood what was happening. It made the news. Reports of similar "riots" happening started to spread worldwide. First, in Canada. Next, in France. In Iran. In Thailand. In Mali. The world was falling apart before everyone's eyes. Traffic accidents on gigantic scales started to occur in the city as the infected started to roam the streets.
8:59 AM.
The pharmacy was small, but good enough for doing small errands. The small tv hung up on the wall stopped receiving cable, for some reason, but no one paid it much attention. There were only a few customers in line. In front, a teenage girl, talking hurriedly to the pharmacist through the plexiglass. The pharmacist looked apologetic. Harley was behind her, but at a respectable distance, for privacy reasons. Behind her, was an elderly man, and a middle aged woman. Everything seemed fine with the world...
Until a little boy stumbled through the glass doors of the pharmacy, looking barely even 10 years old. His arm was torn up something fierce, dripping blood onto the pale blue pharmacy floor.
It had begun.
@Viverescribere