After Infection Z had all but wiped out humanity a small group of surviving scientists claimed to have found the cure. They claimed it would not only immunize the living but nullify the living dead and render them harmless abominations who would decay naturally and never bite again.
Their base was located on an unnamed outer isle near the coast of Scotland, somewhere that had never been steadily populated by anything other than birds and a fee stray sheep. Getting there decimated the remaining survivors from a few thousand to just over a hundred.
Those blessed few were welcomed and immediately offered the cure - no questions asked and none answered either. Normally this would have triggered an alarm or two but the survivors were just glad to be alive and relieved that they were finally getting their cure.
The symptoms started an hour or so later. A fog seeped through their brains and their speech began to slur as neurons were overridden and rewritten. Some recognised the symptoms and began to panic, frantically looking for the people who gave them the alleged cure only to find them infected too.
As their bodies succumbed to Infection Z their mental filter dissolved and they gibbered among themselves about how such a small group couldn't possibly survive long term - let along repopulate the world.
This was the cure to end all cures.
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