Prologue

' ' Happy death day! ' ' , is the first thing i've ever heard from him. And the presumably the last. Its been 5 years since the hangings. I've never seen a human face ever since that day, the only human face I see is the unfamiliar face that stares right back at me in the mirror. It doesn't look like me, or what I thought I looked like. I've also never spoken a word since that day, if I did then they would know that i'm not what they think I am.

The infected don't speak.