Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9041013-20180706200603

These stumbling, staring, drooling fucking husks are everywhere! Lately, whenever I go out all I see are those zombified people roaming in town, not a single normal person in sight. On top of this seemingly undead horde, it seems like we've been cut off from the rest of the world; nobody had come from out of town for weeks now and none of us could the authorities for just as long.

I think all of this began the day that Max Wilson walked all over town begging people for water and screaming at those who didn't give him any that they are a part of some group he referred to as, "The Lizards". At the time I thought that the old geezer had lost his mind, considering the fact that he was carrying his hunting rifle with him at that time. A few days later, he was apparently barely responsive although he was a rather healthy man relative to his age. About two weeks after Max's paranoid outburst, he was found dead in his home, drowned in his own saliva.

A few weeks after Max's passing, one night as I was making my home from work I came across a young man; he was crouching on the side of the road, shivering like crazy. I approached him and tried checking up on him. When I touched the guy, he turned to me and hissed at me like some wild animal, drool flying out of his mouth in my direction. He had this blank stare in his eyes, almost as if he was watching right through me. I didn't even have the time to react before the man straightened up and ran

off into the darkness with a distinct limp to his gait. I dusted myself and continued walking home, assuming he was some junky who took something nasty that night.

The signs were written on the wall; whatever had killed Max was started to spread like wildfire. In a matter of days after my encounter with the man on the side of the road numerous cases of trembling, blank stared and drooling people started appearing throughout the town. We flew into a collective hysteria and imposed curfews and became awfully suspicious of each other. It seemed like we were facing a real zombie virus outbreak, except in reality zombies wouldn't try to eat anyone's brains. They'd

simply waste away after turning into a mindless husk as a delirious fit stroke them as a result of an unquenchable thirst.

The town was overrun by this infection in a matter of days following the initial outbreak. The majority of the residents became infected through contact with other infected or their bodily fluids, most commonly, saliva. No one was safe, including my family. A few days ago, I woke up to the feeling of someone standing over me. My wife and kids were standing over me murmuring something. I opened my eyes greeting them, and my sweet Marissa jerked the kids close to her as her eyes grew wide once they

made contact with mine. Dumbfounded, I asked what was wrong and she and the kids stepped backwards as she yelled out at me the name of the man who had abused her when she was a teenager. Shocked, I shot up out of bed and tried calming her down, but she had become more hysteric with each attempt I made to grasp her. I tried calming her down for what seemed like hours, but she only got more panicked eventually the whole apartment was filled with screams and children's crying. During my frustrated attempts

at reaching my wife I had failed to notice us enter the balcony where she slipped over an empty bottle that was lying on the floor knocking her head on the edge of the balcony. Her death was quick, as shards of her skull most likely penetrated some of her brain matter killing her on the spot. The kids and I helplessly tried shaking her awake. We'd refused to accept her passing and the rest of that day was spent by the three of us crying over the corpse of my wife as I held Marissa's bloodied head

close to my chest and refused to let go until I exhausted all of my strength.

Four days have passed since, the kids no longer respond to me or do anything for that matter. They just sit in different corners of the house, occasionally giving me a glassed glance that reaffirms my belief that they are infected. I can't do shit for them now, they're goners. They should be dead in a pool of their own drool in a matter of days, just like the rest of the husks out there. These things don't have a long shelf life. I sporadically leave the apartment to avoid seeing my family had become;

it's just too much at this point.

My inability to see the signs of my family's infection when they started excessively drinking water just proves my theory that someone must've poison this town to cause this zombie like viral outbreak. Marissa's body wreaks of death now, but she still looks so god damn good!

Might as well show her some of my love, but first, I have to moisturize my throat a little; I've been feeling extremely thirsty for the last couple of hours. 