Day 479

When it came we flooded to the underground.
They say it was airborne and there we were.
Densely packed meat sacks breathing in each other's air and breathing it out.
We never stood a chance.

Someone lying on the tracks began to cough.
Not for long though,someone slit their throat "just in case".
People began to panic, yelling at anyone who looked remotely unwell.
All that screaming made it spread faster.

I'd managed to hide under a corpse, lasted through the slaughter.
The remaining people went down the tracks to find other "infected".
Anyone could tell that they had it too, their eyes were covered in a milky-white film.
I had it too, we'd all gotten it somehow and it made everything looked foggy.

Going topside wasn't an option then, the police were rounding up everyone they could.
Infected were shot on sight to "contain the plague" like that was even possible at this stage.
My only option had been to go down the tracks too, opposite to the survivors.
It was easy enough to move from station-to-station unseen in the thick darkness.

I eventually found a group of infected who welcomed me in.
They were holed up in the service tunnels between an abandoned station and the sewers.
Plenty of escape routes which we use regularly to avoid police patrols.
We rarely see other infected, lives ones at least.

Food isn't necessary for us anymore, one blessing among all the other effects of the plague.
We don't even need to sleep, we just wait for others, wait for news.
Sometimes we hear the patrols above us and contemplate grabbing one of them for intel.
Our leader (the furthest gone) says we must wait for them to all Become.

The rest of us don't want to wait.
We want our family to grow.
We want to walk freely topside like we used to.
It's time we took action,  we will make our family grow and rejoice.