This is the End
The stench of death and decay was overpowering as he staggered across the street. There were dead bodies everywhere; some with the skin of their faces stretched in a strange grin of death; eyes sunken, cheeks drawn and hollow, mouths parted in a silent scream. Dayo waded his way around the bodies, stopping now and then to peer at some of them, searching for valuables, or food, perhaps. He hadn't eaten in days. He was gaunt, weak, tattered and starved. He felt around a body - he was long used to the stench and decay - and found a few Naira notes. No use for those. He tossed them away and staggered on, in search of reprieve. He knew he was dying, only a matter of days, if the starvation didn't send him on his way, the animals will, eventually. They were all raving mad! The virus did strange things to strange biological life forms. For 90% of mammals - humans inclusive - it was straight death after going through violent fits that lasted for only seconds. No hope. Once you got i...