Well, like any other virus affecting the world, this one came all too sudden and with little control.

Early morning on Monday, I prepared my son Javi to go to school. I packed his lunch, water, and breakfast for the whole day. It has been a routine for years that it only takes me an hour or so.

At exactly 6:30 am, I led my son to board the school Van to go to school. I said hi to the school driver and the teacher on duty before going back into the house. I had so many things to do.

I was done with laundry and heading to the kitchen when I heard shouting's from outside. We live on the third floor, room number 205. My husband worked at a research facility.

For the last few days, he had been busy and had little time to spend with us. Which is normal regarding his line of work. Saving people's lives

I rushed to the balcony to see what was happening, and I was stunned.

People were attacking each other. It was weird. When two people attack each other, then it may be normal. When a whole lot of people attack and bite each other, then it's something else. My neighbor was also on the balcony looking outside.

"What's happening?" I curiously asked the neighbor

Before she could answer me, her husband came rushing to her and bit her on her neck. I was shocked and shouted at them.

"What are you doing? Let her be?" He could not hear me.

And that's how it all started........

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Covid-Undead

"Emma, we have to go. There is nothing you can do." James pulled me away as he killed another one behind me 


Old Kibali and Mark helped the kids, and Mr. Oliver senior cross the fence. I ran and crossed the fence, James and Oliver following behind me. I turned to see Peter being chewed by the dead right in front of me. His screams were miserable. I cried, but there was nothing I could do 


"Let's go ."Old Kibali said after he closed the fence to delay the dead from coming after us. 


With my weapons at hand, I felt at my end. 


The kids, Mrs. Kibali and Old Kibali, were ahead as Oliver ran forward to help his brother carry their father. We walked through the farm, going to the main road. 


I could no longer hear Peter scream. The gnarling grew distant on every step I took. 


Death