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“What do you think they are? You think they’re vampires, right? I know they’re vampires, and I don’t think the cops or the CDC or Patton’s third army can do anything about them! I gotta take care of myself.“
“You got bullets in that thing?“
“Well you talk a big game, brother! All you got is a digital camera!“


This photograph saved my life. I raised the camera to take the shot and he attacked the moment I pressed the shutter. The recently infected seem a little uncoordinated, as if they’re not in complete control of their new physiology. That and my camera are the only reasons I’m not infected. The stinger actually scratched the camera body.


“If he moves I’m going to slit his throat. I’m really sorry. I mean, we got this far together, but I’m really sorry. I don’t have a choice.“
“I’m sorry too. I don’t think that will be good enough.“


He was my neighbor. He lived above us for about three years and was raising two children on his own. The boy caught the virus from the plane and wound up in the hospital. The next day the rest of the family disappeared. No one knows what happened, but the rumor is the boy came back for them. We’re not waiting to find out if it’s true. My husband and I are leaving the city tonight.


It’s literal bloodlust. Unmoderated by fear or morality or regret or—as far as I can tell—even the mundane limitations of human physiology. Is this the payload Regis Air flight 753 delivered to New York? I feel safer when they’re feeding, at least for a little while. It’s when they’re hungry—that’s when they’re most dangerous.


“After a long, hot day the river stinks. It’s wild. Like, it’s intense. We were talking about this the other day. Imagine the city ripening in the sun, and when night falls all the stench and muck that accumulates during the day spews out of the sewers and into the Hudson. Like the city is disgorging the dead. Night is when Manhattan tries to wash away the evidence. At this point though, maybe the stain is too deep.“


“To dismiss the eclipse as anything less than providence is pure foolishness. I cannot say if this omen is for good or ill, but rest assured it is an omen, and one we are meant to witness. Look up, I implore you. Tell everyone to look up! Fear makes you turn your head. Real men must not look away.“


“We were about to hop the fence when we found him. My friends just straight up split. They were scared. I decided to stay, I guess. I’ve only been here five minutes… Do you think someone jumped him? He won’t talk. I don’t know what to do.“
“If I were you I’d leave too. Nighttime is a bad time to be out alone these days.“
“Shouldn’t we call someone?“
“You can try.“


She was sitting in the dark with her dog just off of East End Ave. She was perfectly upright and extremely pale, like she’d been bolted to the stoop, like some kind of gruesome mannequin. I think her mangy dog was as freaked out as me. He wouldn’t let me get close.