((Now this one I can get behind!!! Love the no zombie rule by the way. ))

“It was a day like any other... So it seemed...” Said the elderly man to his son in a rough, hardened, tone. Placing his hand on the young man's shoulder. “Though, it was such a long time ago it seems as if it is burned into my memory...” He spoke almost absentmindedly. “The names of lovers, friends, and every sweet moment of life... Forget... But, this... I fear I will take this memory to my grave...”

The elderly man seemed to zone out for a moment as his eyes stared endlessly into one corner of the room. Only for the young boy to look with an impatient anxiety; “And?” he said. Awaiting for his father to finish the story. Telling him exactly what happened that day. The day that the entire human race was brought down to it's last leg of life.

Quickly recovering his attention from the boy's impatient voice he looked to him; continuing his story. “I was one of the lead scientists for a company called nantex incorporated... A company built on the foundation of curing all of life's diseases and short comings... A noble cause, but, now I realize it was a foolish one..” He spoke with a bittersweet tone hidden under his raspy voice.

“We had finally manufactured what we thought to be that magical cure... Our savior. Getting the okay from the government we finally began our testing... It worked wonderfully... Curing every ailment one test rat after another... Even managing to grow limbs from rats that had previously lost that luxury...”

The young man looked to his elderly father in confusion as he was starting to believe the old man was speaking nothing but nonsense. Butting into the story with a confused tone. “Well, what happened? It seems like everything was going just as planned? What was the downside?”

The old man let out a sigh as he spoke in reply to the young man. “Be patient, boy... Not ever story is black and white... Sometimes you have to sit through all of the story to get the message you need..” The old man took a pause as he slipped his hand from the young man's shoulder. Leaning back in his chair with a sore groan. “Mmn... Now where was I...?”

He pondered for a moment before he quickly got his thoughts back on track. “Ah, right... Well, seeing the amazing outcome of the tests on rats the other scientists were blown away... Thinking they did not need to have any human trials... Knowing their product would work... Though, many of the scientists knew better than that. There was still one scientist... One who was the main creator of this miracle drug... He refused to take the time to test; wanting to get the drug out onto the streets as soon as possible... Oh, what was his name...?”

The man let out an irritated sigh as he looked to the old man. Lifting his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Dad... You're getting off track again...”

The old man let out another say back to his boy; speaking once more. “You really are your mother's son... Oh well, at any rate... This scientist was so prepared to release it into the streets he had stolen countless containers we had manufactured and a machine that would be used to make the cure air borne..”

“Soon after he had took the materials we checked on the rats and it seemed as though they had all died... Not of disease; no... Of suicide... They had used their healthy, freshly grown, limbs and torn open their own stomachs.. Killed themselves any way they could just to find relief...”

The boy looked at the old man in surprise as he finally remained quiet; wanting to hear more and more.  Seeing the boy's attention he only let out a huff of a chuckle. “Now unable to find this missing scientist and materials we looked in the only place we could... His lab. Do you know what we found there?” He asked the boy as he watched his reaction. “A plan?”

“Not quit... We found an empty needle... Used to inject the cure... He had used it on himself... We had no idea how incredibly sick this man was, but, we knew what was going to happen next... We no why he took the materials... He had went mad; thinking he could sure the entire human race... Though, we all knew he was wrong... No matter how good the cause it would bring nothing but bad..”

The old man had let out a saddened sigh as he attempted to gain his emotionless composure. Continuing on with his apocalyptic tale. “Soon after the police had found the man in an abandoned factory in the middle of Manhattan... Soon, but, not quite soon enough... The man was screaming nonsense as the police screamed for him to surrender, but, he did nothing of the sort. Activating the machine: releasing this cure... Immediately being gunned down by the police...”

“So what happened next?” The young man pleaded.

“Though, the cure worked at first; curing all who breathed it in. It did not work for long... Mutating into a virus... Spreading from person to person at an uncontrollable rate... Causing them to go mad just like the scientist... Killing themselves and each other ruthlessly.. Tearing friends, families, and businesses apart without mercy...”

“Countries attempted to build up their borders to try to keep this disease and anarchy out of their domain, but, it was already too late... People were infected all over the world... Spreading it from continent to continent... Country to country... The bodies becoming too much for the law enforcement to handle... Leaving them left to rot wherever they lay and beginning to infect the water supply...”

“It was anarchy... And there was nothing we could have done to stop it... We adapted since then... Filtering off our water supply... Trying to build a new... But, nothing will heal the wounds we suffered from this apocalypse... We were fools to mess in God's domain and he had given us what we deserved...” With that the old man let out a loud serious of coughs as he closed his eyes; mumbling out in a drifting tone. “Now... I need my rest, my boy....” The young man looked to his father and nodded. Rising up from his chair and exiting the small house... Looking around at the sheer emptiness of the world around him... “Is this really our doing..? Could man do all of this...?”