You wake up and the room is dark. The last thing you remember is blood and teeth. You get up waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You feel around the walls for a door and you get out.
“Oh, so you’re up,” said a boy you’ve never seen before.
“Yeah, I’m up”
“You’ve been sleeping for two weeks,” he laughed, “here, you must be thirsty.” You stare at the cup for a while not completely trusting this strange boy, but you take it and drink it in a single gulp.
“Where am I and what the hell is going on?” You plop yourself on a chair, already making yourself at home.
“I’ll explain that,” a man said emerging from a dark room. “The news reported some kind of virus outbreak, said it was serious and we should stay home. But who pays attention to the news? But, I guess we should have listened,” he sighed, “cos now, nearly half of the bronx is one of them.”
“One.. of them, eh?” You asked skeptical about the story.
“Yep, that man back at Pelham? Wasn’t no man, he was sick, dont need news to tell you that.”