I was formerly a killer. The number one. I knew how to do what I did. I was the most wanted. In every continent. Including Antarctica. The irony? I got payed for killing. I brought criminals, dead, for ransom. I evaded the authorities. I had never been caught in the 30 years I killed. They were blinded to the obvious.
Of course, no matter how good you are at something there is always someone out there better than you. My work was overshadowed when the event happened. Millions transformed into some sort of living-dead. And those that should have been killed, decided to live. They fought for a false hope that emerged from their human hearts.
Me? I took advantage of the situation. No longer was I killer, but a hunter. I had never crossed paths with any of the living, and if I did, I would kill them, too. It's what I did. I was like them, though. The dead ones. I killed them, than ate their cold flesh. It kept me alive for now. And hey, it was too fun! Killing was my hobby.
My secret? I was the nicest man you ever met. You would never think me a serial killer. I was, and I hid it like a master.
What had happened though, in those few seconds? What happened that changed the world from the way it once was to the way it is now? An airborne virus. It was breathed by billions. The only ones that could have survived were deep underground, or had something in their blood stream to keep it from affecting them. I was one of the blood ones. I was special, and I knew it. Though, I would never give my blood, my life, to save those who could be saved. This life is mine, and it was just their unlucky day.
This day is my day.
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