April 10th
17 Days After Quarantine

He’d ran on further before realising, after the nightmares, after what his subconscious had been trying to warn him of, that he’d been wrong and he’d made a huge mistake. Within moments, it seemed like Charlie then found himself back in the nightmare. The fetid air rose up from somewhere below deeper down in the subway. The lights had been obscured by the gruesome, fleshy growth he’d come to know so well. The tunnel had grown dark, the floor wet and sludgy, everything around him moving gently with the pulsing of the grotesque meat. Voices, screaming like they had done during the night came through from somewhere deeper in the subway, their sharp noise cutting through the vile air like a knife through cloth. The sight of the hive, its hot, moist surface reflecting the light and creating the image of what it could have been like being trapped inside some dreadful creature. But it was real. The nightmares, the visions, everything weren’t just some vision or dream, but it was real after all, somehow crossing over into reality. Read More