20191002

Day 1,852

You'd always had your suspicions about your kid but when he was the only one to not fall sick, you knew you were right. You were right about the kids, about their parents, your husband and the whole damned town he begged you to move to.

You and your son were the only humans there.

Little by little over the years you'd secretly purchased and planted wild garlic in as many areas as possible. You'd also been slipping holy water into the local reservoir and waiting to see if any of the uncanny townsfolk started showing any signs of discomfort.

They were only children, one part of you argued, why make them suffer too? The rest of your mind was filled with scent of fresh blood, the faces of all the missing tourists and the fear that your son would either end up dead or worse.

He knew he was different, he just didn't know how or what made him different. Your husband was so distracted by all the town meetings and mutterings of an epidemic that he barely glanced twice at either of you. There was no better time to escape.

At least you thought so.

You'd married clever, your mum used to say. You married a good man, her dad used to say. You always thought their home was the safest place to be but their throats had been shredded only moments before you arrived.

Their bodies were so warm but their eyes were already cold and lifeless.

Outside the house, the townsfolk began to prowl.

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