Survival

There where six of them this morning, now this evening they where three.
The last surviving members, of a group of seventeen.

Survivors of an outbreak, that had brought mankind to it's knees.
A Bird Flu/Swine Flu variant, they called "The Hunger Disease".

It started as an outbreak, at a Swedish bio-lab.
A terrorist infiltrator, the media dubbed "the Mad Arab".

He had studied first at Eton, then after, in the U.S.A.
A brilliant bio-pharmacist, terrorism led astray.

At first it was a sickness, that became a thing of dread, for after it had killed it's host, it then brought back the dead.

Seventeen weeks since the outbreak.
Seventeen weeks since the start, since seventeen survivors found each other in a park.

They didn't know where they where going.
Had no idea that they would meet.
Each of them running from something, simply following their feet.

They all headed for a building, that looked reasonably secure.
They boarded all the windows, and barricaded the front door.

The first day had been quiet, the second day the same, then five of the survivors started moaning out in pain.

Twelve had come to a decision, after emotions running high, to take the five with symptoms, and throw them all outside.

Three of them had stood and watched, the rest tried to block out the screams.
Three of the five, came back when they died, and fed while the other two dreamed.

After a week without rations, tempers really started to fray.
Madness followed hunger, with three suicides in one day.

The group became divided, they where split now six to three.
It was too dangerous to go outside, but they still had to eat.

The three where soon outnumbered, the six sat down to a feast.
Succumbing to ravenous hunger,
They had enough food for six weeks.

While the dead where eating the living, the living where eating the dead.
Three more died the next morning, for nine weeks three men where well fed.