With the outbreak of biological war, New Yorkers have fled underground.
I am walking through a subway terminal that now serves as a makeshift hospital. Motionless masses of people crowd the injured. Their blank continuances haunt me as I pass them under the cold, sterile lights.
Bloodied surgeons work in the dark with unclean instruments. Their patients stare into me with dead, thoughtless eyes.
I come across a girl who is familiar to me. She has a stillborn fetus inside her that’s slowly turning into a zombie. She must have an operation immediately or the fetus will eat through her intestines.
The operation proceeds, and the fetus