The light of morning shone in on Megan’s face.  Since the night before, her skin had gone from pale to a greyish pallor.  Her eyes were clouded.  One was an iris ensconced in a blood red sphere.  The pain seemed to have abated, but it gave way to a furious fever.  The power and water had long since gone out.  Only the last trickle from the faucet soaked a cloth Kae draped across her friend’s forehead.  Kae looked at her with desperation in her eyes, her breath halting, her every movement laden with dread.  Megan didn’t seem to acknowledge the stimulus.  She lay there, staring at infinity, quivering.  Kae stood to get a better look out the high placed windows.  The sounds had died down outside.  All that could be seen were a small number of randomly wandering figures in the streets and in the yards, some missing arms and legs, all of them a vision of horror. “Kae” the voice came softly.  She knelt down close to Megan and reached for what had been her ‘good’ hand.  It felt cool to the touch.  Kae smiled.  “Your fever is breaking.  You’re going to be okay.” “Kill me.” she said simply. Kae’s smile melted away.  Her voice trembled with barely contained sobs.  “But you’re getting better, you…” “I can feel it.  I’m hungry, Kae.  I’m so hungry.  And there’s this … rage.”  She looked away from infinity and met her friend’s eyes.  “You’ve seen what they do.  You have to kill … Continue reading Run.