Mia drove down the road, rubbed her broken arm and stopped. She got out of her car. She was in the countryside, she could still see the city a while off. She sat down to have lunch. A bit of macaroni and cheese she found at a gas station on her way out of the city. It had been 8 weeks and the Infected had all died of starvation. The reconstruction program was to start within 2 weeks. Once they were sure the infected were dead. They would send in planes, quarrentine the areas that might still have the rage virus and start work on a cure. That day would be beautiful day. And luckily the rest of the world hadn't had contact with rage. She would be meeting up with the quarrentine soon enough. She got in her car and drove away.
. . .
2 weeks later
"New york, stage 9 catastrophy, no survivors, Paris stage 8 catastrophy, no survivors, Hong kong stage 12 catastrophy,"the radio said "rage has infected all major cities on earth. Atlanta stage 12 catastrophy, no survivors, Mexico city, stage 10 catastrophy, habana, stage 16 catastrophy,"the radio started getting fuzzy " there are no survivors in all major cities, begin bombing of all infected areas, three, two, one, begin bombing."
then the radio ended.
