Six weeks, that's how long ago the outbreak was. It started with fevers and illness. The illness, the fever spread like wildfire. The hospitals filled up quickly, within a couple of days, before beginning to overflow. The Centers for Disease Control, or CDC hadn't seen anything like it and emergency protocols and quarantines were set up, field hospitals in every stadium, school, mall, civic center and venue with enough floor space to accomodate lots of people. The CDC and FEMA worked together to contain and deal with the virus while working with the World Health Organization to try to find their Patient Zero. By day three, it didn't matter anymore. People were dying in droves. The disease seemed virulent as everyone that had contracted it began to die, seemingly without exception. As the nation began to grieve some of the fallen were rising, and grief, loss... those things turned to shock, fear, and horror. Loved ones that had passed in their homes got out of bed, or off the couch, only to amble around the house, searching. Others woke up, surrounded by family, and as they leaned closer in joyful disbelief, they were grabbed, bitten, scratched. Flesh pulled away, chewed, consumed, leaving gaping wounds in former loved ones. Some perished almost immediately, caught by surprise and mortally wounded.
Others defended themselves, again in shock and disbelief as their brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, daughters, and sons turned on them. They possessed new strength, and a mindless sort of determination. Those, unwilling or unable to adapt and defend themselves to the ultimate result, either were eventually killed, or they managed to escape. The wounded soon had the fever too. Horror would set in with them, and they would choose to opt out, or to go on as long as they could before they would expire, and then too rise.
The media at first did not know what to make of it, nor did the police or military. The national guard had been called in to assist, and many were at various field hospital locations. As violence began to erupt, the media considered it rioting, and the police began to make use of anti-riotoing and anti-protesting protocols. Water cannons held them back some, slowed them down. Mace did nothing, nor did tasers, Clubs occasionally had an effect. Law enforcement and the military were soon engaged closely and resorted to guns. The police found their weapons ineffective. The National Guard was almost in the same situation, until the soldiers found that head trauma, or headshots did seem to work. This was passed along to the chain of command, and the tide was slowed some, but the numbers of the ambulatory corpses were growing exponentially now.
Police, medical examiners, and military were able to confirm that these things were dead, and how best to kill them. Enterprising security operators and minute men, militia men began to rapidly post information and videos to the internet. A wildfire of information spread outward. People tried to hunker down or flee, but often there was nowhere to go and the dead walked the streets in droves. Smaller towns had it a little better. Isolated places were better, but most had no idea how they fared.
The smartest, strongest, toughest, and maybe the luckiest were most likely to survive in all the chaos. These days, we're outnumbered, hundreds of millions to one. We are an endangered and almost extinct species. In just six weeks, we have been ruined and almost wiped out. In all the wars, famines, plagues, and other diseases, none have been so effective. And so, here we all are.