You know it's bad when your dreams remind you of a zombie apocolypse movie.

Warning, undeveloped fiction content.
We can all remember what it was like before, but it's been a while. It's become a world of checkpoints and heavy security. Every time people come together in groups it might happen. Sometimes you can tell. You see someone standing not moving up in line. Not talking. Mouth agape just enough for the soul to escape (they say). If you're watching you can spot them in time, tell their cold stare of change from the dead gaze we've all developed from living in fear for so long. You can alert the guards if you're fast enough, otherwise you just run. Everyone runs then. Only the guards with their thick suits and machine guns go after them. Try to pick them out of the fleeing crowd, the locking gates. Shoot on site, catch a few strays is better than the alternative.
It doesn't happen every day anymore. But every night we dream that the next day might be our last. Could be anyone, any time. No one seems to have found out how it starts, can't tell by blood-type, race, color, creed, hometown, food, drinking water, medical background. We are all at risk of being a new seed, the one who slowly goes still standing with the light fading from our eyes.
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