The infection was a horror to survivors everywhere, whether they resided in dense populated cities or their rural outskirts. The mutation seeped into every crevice of DNA, causing new abilities for the infected, as though God was making his creations stronger to spite those who survived it so far.
And this made most of the humans left in the world hateful of everything that resembled the likeness of the infected. Whether orphaned family pets or abandoned beasts of burden, most fell prey to the moral deprived husks of people that came across them.
But what of children? Such a hope for the Resurrection of the human race....
Only to find it was one of them. That hope shattering in an instant...
These men were not happy to have found such a thing, a small abandoned babe swaddled and placed in a discarded gym bag. Left to die, and now at their mercy. The men murmured among themselves angrily, waving their guns around as the infant wailed in distress.
But there was no love in their eyes as they looked at the child. Just bitterness, and sadistic murderous intentions.