Survivor's Perspective — X‑002 Outbreak
Day 1–3 — Strange Sickness
I didn't know what was happening at first. People in my village became sluggish, their eyes blank, staring at nothing. I thought it was some fever at first, but then the stomachs… the stomachs began to bloat unnaturally. Children cried out in pain, clutching their bellies. Some adults whispered about curses.
By the third night, the first of them… one of my neighbors, started to stumble into the streets, wandering like a puppet with no strings. When he tried to speak, nothing came out—just a guttural sound. I couldn't help him. I ran.
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Day 4–6 — The First Cannibal
I watched from a rooftop. My heart stopped. One of the infected… my cousin… had collapsed on the ground, eyes glazed over. Then, as though driven by some twisted hunger, he bit into the body of a dead villager. The others who were sick nearby joined in, eating flesh that had barely cooled. The screams of the uninfected mixed with guttural gnawing—it was chaos.
I vomited and hid. That night, I realized: whoever dies becomes food… and somehow, it makes the infection stronger.
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Day 7–9 — Panic & Flight
By the seventh day, the village was a nightmare. Houses burned, screams everywhere, blood dripping from walls and wells. The infected wandered in staggering lines, sometimes attacking each other, sometimes attacking anyone still sane. I ran to the forest edges, hiding in the underbrush, watching the infection move house by house.
People were eating the dead to survive… or to satisfy this strange hunger. Some who were partially sick, when they ate, seemed to multiply the sickness inside them. I did not understand how, but I had no time to think—only to survive.
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Day 10–14 — Cannibalism Becomes the Norm
The survivors who hadn't fled—or who were too weak—were quickly devoured by friends or family turned monster. I counted the houses still standing. Very few. Everywhere I looked, blood, gnawed limbs, and strange writhing creatures crawling through open wounds.
I realized the more they ate, the faster the infection grew. I stayed silent, moved at night, and avoided light. The smell… I will never forget it.
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Week 3 — Chaos Everywhere
By the third week, the village was mostly empty. The few of us left moved in silence. Many had already become part of the horde or died. I saw the larvae, small wriggling things, move in the pools of blood and flesh. They were growing faster than I expected.
Even the ones who were only slightly infected began losing control—they attacked the uninfected, bit at each other, or just wandered into walls, falling unconscious only to be eaten by the living.
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Week 4–6 — Flight and Survival
I gathered a small group of uninfected survivors and fled to the forest. Each night, the screams haunted us, coming from houses abandoned, nests of larvae spreading in the ruins. Cannibalized corpses lay everywhere, bodies stripped of flesh, the infected feeding again and again.
The more I watched, the more I realized that this infection wasn't just killing—it was evolving. Those that ate more survived longer, became stronger, faster, and more dangerous.
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Week 7–10 — The Landscape of Death
By the end of the tenth week, the village I had grown up in no longer resembled anything human. Entire families, my friends, my neighbors… gone. Only scattered pockets of survivors like me, hiding in caves or trees, remained. The infected moved in organized chaos, sometimes following one another, other times fighting over food, cannibalizing each other in a horrifying cycle that made the infection multiply.
I watched from a cliff as the last of the uninfected were driven into the forest or killed. Bodies and larvae littered every path. Fires burned houses down, but even that didn't stop them. They gnawed at the dead, carried the larvae into wells and rivers.
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Week 11–12 — Alone in the Wilderness
By now, I was completely alone. The infected roamed in packs. The smell of death and decay filled the air. I saw creatures, my friends, my family, even children… bite each other, scream, collapse, then eaten by the living. Every step I took, I feared being discovered. Every shadow could be the next attacker.
I realized the infection had adapted—the longer it stayed, the more controlled the infected became, the more deadly. Those who ate infected biomass became something different, something… faster, stronger, hungrier.
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Month 4–6 — The New Reality
I survived only because I moved silently, kept away from water sources, and avoided the main roads. Watching the infected, I understood their patterns: cannibalism = reproduction of the parasite = more infected. The dead, if left in the open, became breeding grounds for larvae. Entire neighborhoods had turned into writhing, cannibalistic nests.
I wondered how long it would take for any humans to come back. Could anyone survive this? Would the infected ever stop?
Every night, I write in secret, hoping someone might find these notes and understand what happened here. A nightmare that eats itself and spreads… unstoppable, evolving…