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I was lying in the cold, dry dirt of the old city, watching the fectos wander off after the other survivors, I was thinking about the rules the old government made, “Everyone has to help everyone”. What had they ever done for me, except for attracting the fectos? No, I saw no reason to help them, only an advantage, I needed to get to the other end of the city and out before dusk. Nothing was more dangerous than a city in twilight. I stood up and planted a compact bear trap, put a piece of dried human meat on it and went on, it should get a fecto cough there soon and the rest would notice the smell of human meat with that around. I continued to silently sneak around in the cold shadows, hearing nothing but the screams of angry T3 fectos. Once, I heard quick but light footsteps behind me and wrapped myself up in my old cloak, made from clothes of fectos, hiding in a corner of an old factory. The fecto came close but luckily couldn’t the disguise my smell from the smell of my cloak. After about half an hour of sitting completely still, I felt a tiny spider crawl up my arm and swiftly stood up, making a bit too much sound and me dizzy. I stood still far a little while, feeling my muscles get tired and my legs hurt. My body was growing old, but I had to keep going. I thought of all I had learnt throughout the years, how I had to learn the hard way what the fectos would do to you, how they would take you, wrap you up in a silky cocoon and let the dark greenish swamp grow inside your brain and continue it’s terrible growth on the outside, and at last, let you go on a rampage, either leaving you to kill the ones you once cared about, the few faces your brain can remember and the few faces the swamp will dedicate itself to viciously hunting down. I learnt it the hard way, how that’s the reason I’m alone now, that’s why I lost my wife and daughter. How I had to either kill them or leave them forever wandering this world, not able to control themselves. I remember “The ice bucket challenge” supposed to get money to research for curing ALS. Supposed to, instead they only developed it so that it took control of the body instead of leaving it paralyzed. That I why I suspect that the people you know is still in there, but when they coded ALS they also made the DNA harder to analyze and therefore to cure, they would only recreate inside of the human body. It got to be far more dangerous than the Black Death, the Spanish Flu and Aids combined. I see now that I should have focused on the presence, not the past, and that is why I’m now hunting down the two other survivors I saw before.