Thursday, 17 December 2015
The virus spread too quickly for anybody to stop it. It raced across borders, defied quarantines. Country by country the world fell into chaos. First it was on our television screens, and then it was in our airports. Soon enough we were camped out on the roof of our apartment building, watching the lurching crowd that gathered below. Their moans were a constant; zombies never sleep. They never rest and never die. Twenty-four hours a day they hammer on the door, which we’ve barricaded with everything we could find. Come down, they moan. Join us. Your friends and your family are here. It’s a revolution, they mumble. Sign up. You don’t want to get left behind.