The Dead Don’t Talk (Mayhem Manuscripts Season One: 1nf3ction #7)

Prologue

There was a time when life was … different.

The rain wasn’t red, and the dead didn’t rise back up to live again.

I’m told that infections could be cured with pills, sickness didn’t mean turning into something less than living, and the plants were sometimes considered organic.

Whatever that means.

Now, people grow their own shit, inside the walls that they protect.

That’s where we come in.

It’s been seventy-six years since the biological leak wiped out life as it was known to those that came before me, and in that time, those left learned to adapt. To live. To reproduce. And to fight off the decomposed that walk the earth and threaten to take over.

Our community is one of the few left standing in this area.

I know there’s others out there.

But for me and for this story, there’s only us.

Until the end.