They said this day would come, but those neurotics were quickly disregarded by me and everyone else who believed these apocalypse threats were merely a marketing ploy for the entertainment industry.
These sirens have been screaming for weeks.
As the Americans gnawed themselves to death, all CDC specialists fled to the UK to collaborate with the world’s brightest. If anyone could cure contagious cannibalism, it was us.
My hunger for human flesh grows intolerable.
Scalding blood corrodes my veins, as I carve this chronicle in stone.
If humankind is ever to return, heed this warning:
Never resort to mass-producing your food.
I hope you enjoyed my post for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A special thanks to Sandra Cook for the lovely photo prompt. I strongly suggest you read some other fabulous flash fiction from fellow fictioneers by clicking the link below! Thank you so much for your reading and support!