text: ###Intro We’ve known for decades that The War on Drugs was not turning out positive results, reguardless, it continued. Did we ever consider the possibility that we could lose this war? Finally, we have. The war is over and mankind is on the losing side. They called it an epidemic. Everyone was hooked or knew someone else that was. People stopped hiding their addict friends and families from one another and started offering actual support instead of minimum term sentences. Too little, Too late. Flacca, or bath salts as some might refer to it; a rocky looking white substance that completely swept the nation. It’s effects were instantaneous but short lived. The effected would hallucinate, experience euphoria and completely lose themselves in the drug. Reports of cannibalism were scarce at best. Probably just some loser who took too much, started seeing shit and went bonkers. Most however, enjoyed the effects. When Zacca came around it was big news. It wasn’t just the underground. Wealthy teens in overprivileged suburban neighborhoods, homeless junkies in alleyways and high rollers alike all awaited the hyped release. Police did what they could to stop it. No one knew, or knows where it came from. Right on time. Just as promised. Zacca Landed.. *“-first reports came from Florida, and experts say had they gotten a handle on it sooner-* *“-potent drug almost virus like in the way it spreads from person to person. Do not consume the drug and stay far from anyone who has. The effects have been devastating. The CDC knows very little, and the information they do have, they’re not releasing to the public. What we do know is this; those Induced are are out of their minds. They don’t feel pain and can’t be stopped without lethal force. They are dangerous, with cannibalistic like tendencies, the only weapons they use being tooth and nail.”* *“Densely populated areas like New York City and Chicago are in absolute chaos, the phenomena seemingly unstoppable with no end in site, the body count? In the thousands and climbing. Stay away, stay safe. Think rural, until this gets rectified, you need to take your life and your safety into your own han-* Meanwhile.. ****** Carlos hated the Wilson’s house in particularly. It wasn’t the amount of work he had to do; acres of grass to be kept trimmed and bright green. A menagerie of topiaries ranging from obscure cubes to adorable animals to shape and prune. The garden that ran the perimeter of the esteemed colonial mansion that Carlos found excessive for a family of 4, which needed careful maintenance and attentive weeding. No, Carlos never minded the work. It was that fucking bitch MILF and her wretched, whining children. Her only redeeming quality was the way her perfectly doctored tits bounced and swayed when she came huffing across the lawn to chastise him as if he were a child, and of course, watching her walk away was always doubly as satisfying. Today he hadn’t heard boo from the Wilsons and Carlos was not going to question this. He was in the front lawn when it happened, his truck open on the side of the street. Headphones on full blast so he could hear his edgy tunes over the motor of the leaf blower. A tugging at the back of his baggy white shirt.. Devon, the youngest. But- “What the fuck!?” He jumped away, but not before the child’s teeth sank into the side of his torso. “SHIT!” He backhanded the gray skinned child sending the toddler reeling to the ground. “AhhHhh!!” Carlos screamed like a little girl when he looked at his side, blood pouring out of the tiny child’s teeth marks. Devon was crawling now, crawling towards Carlos using his small fingers to pull himself across the freshly mowed lawn. “AHHHHhhhh!!” Carlos shrieked again, throwing the head phones off and chucking the leaf blower at the kids head. “Aahhh!!” The kid still came at him, slowly. The leaf blower sputtered out, allowing Carlos to hear the sounds around him. The daughter Lacey, a typically tight little nubile teen with an ass like her Mum was stumbling across the yard towards him. “Aaah!” He ran to the truck, digging through his pockets for the keys. “It’s a fuckin’ zombie! Shit! Foh real dog! I just-!” He looked at his oozing side. “I just got bit by a fuckin’ ZOMBIE!! C’MON MANN!! Aaahhh shiiiiit!” Lacey and Devon advanced, Carlos gave up on his keys and jumped in the back of the truck. He grabbed a pair of shears, opening them and aiming at Lacey’s chest. “I’m sorry lady!” He speared her right between her tits, black blood spurted out and sprayed Carlos in the face, staining his shirt. “Aaahhh!!” His little girl shrieks continued, attracting the attention of the neighbors whom at first came out to stop Carlos’ assault on the poor children but soon realized the dire situation. Lacy didn’t stop, the pair of giant scissors sticking straight from her front, black, lifeless blood oozing from her ripped skin, hands grasping at the air, reaching for the gardener. This was it. Carlos was a goner. He frantically searched the bed of his truck for more tools he could use defend himself. Rake, hoe.. chainsaw? Classic. As he reached for it a smile crept across his face and his pace slowed. So pretty.. has the chainsaw always been so brightly colored?.. Carlos started laughing. “It’s going to be alright..” the chainsaw coo’d, it’s silky smooth voice encompassing Carlos fully. And it was, wasn’t it.. damn, Carlos had never felt so good before. So good, he didn’t mind sharing the truck with Lacy anymore. She was a messy eater, but Carlos *really* didn’t mind.