Luke heard the screaming... the world was

Luke heard the screaming... the world was falling apart, and it had only been three days! People, rising from the dead to devour others! "This is a nightmare!" he said to himself.

Elsewhere, in Abakan, Savannah was thinking the same thing. "It's only been three days since the T-virus became a threat. How can a virus cause the dead to rise? This is madness."

The dead were well preserved with temperatures in Abakan well below freezing, making the dead reanimated by the T-vurus hard to distinguish from the living. Savannah's frostbite

was in the shape of Jesus. Savannah showed the frostbite to the Archbishop of canterbury. Soon, she was selling T-shirts with her frostbite on it. Pope Francis invited her

to have lunch at the Vatican. Soon Savannah's Frostbite Jesus went viral. It became the world's most photographed frostbite, and Time Magazine wanted to put it on the cover

but opted instead for their recommended dinner: Dipping Triscuits into a jar of pizza sauce. "You won't know if it's good or terrible!" Time promised. "We'll see about that," said

Rosemary. When her plate came she held it at eye level so that she could get a good look at the Triscuit's texture. She noted a lack of luster on the salt. The opened pizza sauce

sent an aroma of oregano into her nostrils. Her mouth began to water, but her mind was trying to figure out why the Tricuit salt was so lackluster. Could it be poisoned? She

had seen in a YouTube video that 90% of name-brand food products are poisoned to thin the herd of sheeple by shriveling the reproductive organs. The semi-digested Triscuits in her