Man it has been a long day. I flop down on my nice soft bed, not even bothering to take my blood soaked clothing off. I breathe in the fragrant smells of the fabric. Oh how sweet they smelt. I sigh. I would have to go back out again tomorrow, and try to find any survivors. It had been a long past couple of weeks, not a single Victim well enough to save. I roll over in the bed, my legs now hanging off the bed just above the knees. How had the world came to this?
Aw, yes the outbreak. It had started with a cough then spread. You would first have out of the blue cravings for human flesh, followed by severe pain in the chest area. If you lived to recall the sudden aggressiveness then you would certainly died of kidney failure. There was no saving them, only one way to help them out and most people thought that was just mean and not right to do to a person. The whole country fell apart when the president got the virus. Yep that was a fun day.

I recall that I was in the supermarket that day, just piddling around in the Lego aisle. Yes, even a grown man can dream of Legos, and dont think I dont. Well it all started when the little boy on the next aisle bit his mom, then she bite the store clerk, and so on. I managed to get out of the store with only a few little scratches, and pen lodged in my side. I went home without even think of where I was going. On the last news story ever to be ran on the air, they stated not to leave your home or the building you were in for any reason, and then there was a scream and the news anchor got bit. It was kinda funny to watch him try to eat the camera, but then it got scary because the ugly truth sank in. I was most likely the last human in the world.

I stare up at the ceiling. Man what I would do for a pet to talk to, or even a plant. I did have my Legos though! But it has gotten to the point even they are always fighting the Victims off. They are so fun to play with, I mean you can get them to do almost anything, except talk. I close my eyes, but my dreams have even started to get invaded by the Victims. I sit up. Maybe a movie will help. I limp over to the movie shelf. Out of my thousands of new movies, I only wanted to watch one and that was the Lego Movie. I don't have a slightest reason why, but that is the only one I really ever laughed in any more. I reach up to grab it, and then the doorbell rings. I walk to it without a second thought.

I reach for the door knob, and then I realize that this was not right. I look through the peephole. A girl looks nervously over her shoulder and rings the doorbell again. I unlock the door and open it slowly. She stands with a boys arm around her neck. The boy does not look over 15 and the girl is not even that. They may be brother and sister, but it looks more like boyfriend girlfriend. The boy looks ill, I meant sick in a way. He is leaning on the door frame, his eye clenched shut.

Please help us, sir. The girl pleads. Her eyes show that she is scared, but there was something not right about them. Something in them that was not right. I look back to the boy. His clothing was covered in blood, and he looked rather pale. He beats his head on the door frame. I move aside for them to come in. The girl shoulders the boys arm and, more or less, carries him in. As he passes me I can see that he had a very nasty looking bite on his arm.

Why did you bring him in here? I say calmly as I close the door. She sighs, she know it was not use lying.

We need help. She says as she sits the boy on the bed.

But you knew he was infected. I back up toward the door. If I had made it once then I could make it again.

You don't understand, he is fine now. Her eyes have changed to a hating glare.

But he will change and we will both die! my voice starts to shake. I was scared out of my mind.

He has already changed. She stands. What? But he looked fine, how could this be? I back up till the point I am touching the door. The girl advances toward me.

Get away from me! I shout. The door shakes, but I can't tell from my shaking body. The wood explodes as two hands reach through. I yell out something. There is a pain in my shoulder and the hands wrap around my chest. They pull my back toward the mouth. My worst nightmares come true. I got bit.

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I struggle to free myself from the Victims grip, but the virus had strengthened it. I cry out as it bites hard. Lord I was going to die! The door gives way and I fall back. The Victim stops biting and lets go. I lay there bleeding, more Victims swarming me. Gun fire rings out and the nearest Victims fall, only to cover me.

I can feel the poison racing through my veins edger to kill me. I want to cry. How had it come to this? No you're just dreaming, you fell asleep playing with your Legos just like you did last night. The pain was too real and the gunfire as well. The firing stops and I hear nothing. Great she left me to die! Wait is that not what you would have done? I mean I just got bit! Tears threaten to leave my eyes, and reveal that I am not as strong as I would like to seem. No, you must stay strong! I try to push the Victims off, only to fail. One of the Victims moves. Lord it moved! Then the girls face enters my view.

Are you ok? she asks. She was calm and her eyes glowed with slight warmth.

I got bit. I say softly. She helps me up.

Where? She reaches in her pocket.

On my left shoulder. I was starting to get weak. Man this stuff worked fast. The girl moves around me.

Oh it is not that bad! she exclaims, then stabs me with a needle. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground. I struggle to get up but cant. I was dying and this girl had just killed me. My vision blurs and I fall into a deep sleep.