Day One
Some people are born great while others have greatness thrust upon them... I can't recall who said these words; not that it really matters anymore. Cooper and I are the only ones left. The only ones not infected, anyway. It doesn't really matter how the virus came into existence. It kind of just happened. There were only isolated cases of the infection at first, but the disease spread. Within months, the virus had taken supremacy and the human race bowed to its will. I was forced to idly sit by while the people I love most deteriorated, died, and then reanimated into unspeakable monsters. Evil monsters with red, bloodshot eyes that look, but see nothing and who are in constant motion, but without a destination. They will attack anything, anyone; it's all the same to them. Anyone bitten is turned into one of those things; everyone but us. I was bitten early, when the infection first made its appearance. I knew what was to become of me, and I knew I had to seclude myself. I told my family my goodbyes and left. I went to the cabin my family used to vacation in, and braced myself for what I was to become. But nothing ever happened. I waited for five days, and still, I remained unchanged. It was then I learned that I am immune to the virus.
