The townsfolk of Black Dog wrapped themselves in that sentiment like a security blanket. Being part of the tight-knit, small town shielded them from the horror that plagued the evening news.
And then something happened. It happened fast.
Two fishermen became ill after a day on Black Dog Lake. The mysterious virus that had an almost supernatural way of evolving began to spread. People got sick. People got violent. And then they died.
But the hunger that ravaged their bodies lived on.
The infected were considered the lucky ones. The cloudy film covering their eyes blinded them from the death of mankind. The survivors witnessed everything—the true value of life and the evil that lurked deep in the human soul. Each day the world darkened.
On the bright side, it would all be over in five days.