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Not Another Zombie Story



We didn't know what we were doing. We killed every zombie we came into contact with. There were contests to see who could kill more in a day, in a week.

The virus was transmitted to any mammal through a bite, animals and humans both could contact the disease. Actually, the majority of cases of the virus were from animal to human bites.

That little fact did nothing to ease the hysteria. Any one even thought of as a potential risk of contracting the virus was shot in the head, no questions asked. I mean it's not murder to kill a zombie, right? They are no longer human. No cop would arrest you. No jury would ever convict you.

It wasn't until years later that we found the cure was as simple as a dose of human zombie immunoglobulin administered within 2 weeks of an infected bite and a follow up shot 2 weeks later. Much like rabies the symptoms of the virus; the violence, the convulsions, the confusion, only manifests if treatment is not prompt. 


Anyone who came in to contact with an infected animal or human would receive a precautionary post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP). The infection rates dropped to less than 1% within the first year that treatment was identified.

Today, I just think of my wife and the daughter that I killed 3 long years ago before their symptoms even began to put them out of their misery. But it has become my misery now. For many the scientists were just too late.

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source: by reddit user TKess via reddit.com/r/ShortScaryStories

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