It has been two years since the outbreak.
An involuntary sigh passes my deformed lips as I drag myself inch by inch across the parched land. Jagged stones camouflaged against the dirt leave pink trails across my bare chest, but I still push onwards.
Time is a dimension, a vast expanse of space that I can begin to see. I can almost touch the delicate membranes that stand for every passing second, but every time I try, my hand slips past without resistance.
I scrunch my nose as I pick up the putrid smell of putrid smell of rotting flesh, the new scabs tagging painfully against the movement. Two years, but it feels like an eternity. Colours have faded into nothing but distant memories, all but brown, which stretches continuously as far as the eye can see. The great gold eye was a rarity to be seen amongst the dark clouds, but on this day, it shines on the horizon like a beacon of hope.…show more content… Nothing stirs apart from the screeching hawks overhead, waiting for me to die so they can swoop down and fill their bellies with hot meat. They were one of the few species that were able to repopulate quickly after the biological warfare, an excess of human flesh was the catalyst. Despite the bodies that died from the virus, many more were killed by their own kind in the chaos, their flesh uninfected and ripe for the eating. I pass a body on my left, the vultures pause their feast and glare at me with burning yellow eyes, following my sluggish progress across the bare plain. In the distance, I see the membranes begin to disintegrate into the air. Time is running out. Minutes pass before I pass another body, a small child with two great gaping holes instead of eyes. His arms and legs picked clean by hawks, leaving behind only scattered bones and a shriveled torso being devoured by maggots beneath the