3rd of March
They knew what was coming. The first day of the month it was broadcasted everywhere, on every TV channel, every radio station, printed on every newspaper. All the way down in Kansas, they heard what was coming.
People infected with a disease that made them starving and mindless. Signs to look out for: white eyes, drooling and frothing of the mouth, seizures and uncontrollable moving, growling, howling and screeching. No cure known. If encountered, the best course of action was to run, hide and stay quiet. Apparently, bullets did nothing unless they hit the brain and the infection was spread through the mix of saliva and blood: their impulses lead them to act cannibalistic.
The entirety of Kensington was chilled in fear.
On the second day of the month, connection dropped. For everything. Radio towers no longer got any signals. Television screens showed nothing but static. Phonelines were down too. They couldn’t hear anything from out of town and they couldn’t get anything to anyone else outside of Kensington.
But at least they knew what was coming, at least they were ready.
Or so they had thought.