@wolverinedrake.bsky.social No one ever expected Bernard to survive the outbreak day. Still struggling with self-implemented rehab, Bernard was rather feeble and squeamish as the world fell apart around him. The world seemed to fall apart in less than a week. People would turn from a perfectly -

- healthy good Samaritan, to a mindless jaw snapping husk of what they once were. They hobbled around, following whatever scream they heard or smell of sweat they detected. What they couldn't devour, they left a bite, which seemed to rot the body until all it could do was turn into a host for the -

- virus. The cycle repeated. It was about two months after the outbreak. The government, the military, whatever scrap of society or authority was diminished to a dog eat dog mentality shared among survivors. Needless to say, populated places like cities and even small towns were dangerous. Most -

- buildings were either completely looted, overrun with infected, or already occupied by a small group of people who usually shot on sight. The most logical thing to do, for Bernard, was to distance himself as much as he could from cities as possible. He had regained a fair amount of strength and -

- like it was refurbished into a house, or some kind of establishment that was obviously not too accessible to the public. Maybe, Bernard figured, he could stay the night. Once walked up the flight of stairs leading to the front door, he tried to get inside but... Obviously it was -