On a bitterly cold Christmas Eve, a chilling wind whispered the news of a deadly pandemic making its way into the United States. It was a sinister biological warfare plot attributed to the Chinese government, yet they refused to claim responsibility. Instead, an Iraqi terrorist organization brazenly took credit for the horror. Panic swept through the nation like wildfire, and borders were hastily closed, but it was already too late.

In a quiet town near Vancouver, Neville and his grandmother were preparing to celebrate Christmas. The people of Canada remained undeterred by the turmoil south of their border, continuing their holiday traditions only within the safe confines of their homes. Neville sat beside the crackling fire, his faithful dog, Bruno, nestled beside him, the warmth of the flames a comfort in these troubled times.

After a sumptuous Christmas dinner lovingly prepared by his grandmother, Neville retreated to his room, eager to delve into the unfolding crisis in the United States. His passion for biology fueled his thirst for knowledge, particularly regarding the virus that transformed animals into grotesque creatures and inflicted people with a slow and gruesome autoimmune disease. Governments scrambled to contain the situation, but the cause and method of transmission remained shrouded in mystery. Neville scoured the internet for answers, losing track of time as he delved deeper into the mystery.

In the solitude of his room, Neville's concentration was broken by the muffled sobs of his grandmother from the living room. Worried, he rushed out and found her seated on the couch, a heavy burden etched across her aged face.

"Neville, my dear," she said, her voice quivering. "It's just all so overwhelming, this news from the States. I worry about my nephew there."

Neville knelt beside her, offering solace. "I understand, Grandma. It's a scary time, but we'll get through this together."

As Neville reassured his grandmother, he noticed Bruno nuzzling her hand. The dog had a calming presence, and his mere presence seemed to alleviate the tension in the room.

After some time, Neville returned to his room, intent on finding answers about the virus. He spent hours reading about different theories and experiments that attempted to unravel the origins of the deadly outbreak. The more he read, the more intrigued and frightened he became.

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, a haunting howl pierced the air, echoing like a mournful wolf's cry. It was so chilling that it could have roused the entire town. Neville's heart raced as he peaked outside the window by his bed. Two dogs sprinted across the road into the dark woods beyond, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Then he heard a clatter downstairs.

"Bruno", he called out.

"Bruno"

There was no response.

Neville descended the stairs, and upon reaching halfway, a sinking feeling settled in his chest. Bruno's leash lay abandoned on the floor, and the front door remained securely shut. How could Bruno have escaped on his own?

He looked for Bruno in the backyard, but a bewildering sight awaited Neville in the backyard. A small burrow had appeared overnight, leading to the other side. He couldn't comprehend how it got there, but it seemed to offer a way out for Bruno.

Without hesitation, Neville grabbed his phone and a flashlight and ventured outside in search of his beloved dog. The woods were eerily silent, except for the occasional rustling of leaves in the frigid breeze. He noticed a few cats slinking into the darkness, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural glow. Suspecting that something sinister was afoot, Neville followed them, his anxiety growing with each step.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, the eerie sounds of clicks, clatters, dog howls, and cat chatter enveloped him. His anxiety heightened, and he began to question the wisdom of his decision. The woods seemed to close in on him, shadows dancing in the dim light.

Taking cover behind a gnarled tree, Neville observed a perplexing and terrifying scene unfolding before him. A commanding howl resonated from the center of a gathering of animals, and suddenly, all of them froze in their tracks. Their stillness was uncanny, as if they were under a spell. The sense of foreboding deepened as Neville watched, wide-eyed.

"You see that, Bruno?" he whispered, not realizing that his loyal dog was missing. He had been so focused on the spectacle that he had forgotten why he had come there.

The shadowy figure, with the lower body of a man and the upper body of a wild boar, equipped with four powerful arms, held his attention. It stared deeply into the eyes of its minions, controlling them with the haunting sound it produced. The animals remained immobile, like marionettes on invisible strings.

The loud howling ceased, and the entity began whispering in an unknown tongue, the sound barely audible to Neville's ears. The air grew heavy with tension, and he strained to listen.

Neville's fingers clenched the tree's rough bark as he observed the animals behaving erratically. Some trembled uncontrollably, while others hopped in a crazed frenzy. When the whispers finally ceased, the creatures transformed grotesquely, their bones stretching beyond their bodies, claws growing longer and sharper, and fangs baring deadly promise.

The horrifying spectacle was too much for Neville to bear. Trembling with fear, he decided it was time to retreat and seek safety. Carefully, he began his journey back home. Neville's heart pounded like a drum as he retraced his steps through the eerie woods, the image of the grotesque transformations haunting his thoughts.

Upon returning home, he locked all the doors and windows, securing the house as best he could. As he settled into his bed, his mind raced with questions and unease. The experience in the woods had shaken him to his core. He knew he had to share what he had seen with the authorities, but exhaustion soon overcame him, and he drifted into an uneasy slumber.

In the stillness of the night, Neville's dreams were plagued by the haunting images of the transformed creatures, their agonized howls, and the mysterious, shadowy figure that controlled them. He awoke several times, drenched in sweat, and longed for the comfort of Bruno's presence.

The morning arrived with a harsh reality, for when he finally awoke, the world outside had changed. The once vibrant and bustling town of Vancouver had been reduced to a ghostly landscape. Houses stood empty, their doors ajar, and there was an eerie silence in the air. It was as though life had been drained out of the place.

Fearing the worst, Neville cautiously approached his window, looking out at the deserted streets. There were no signs of life, no sounds of cars, and no friendly neighbors to be seen. It was a sight that chilled him to the bone. Panic welled up within him, and he realized that he needed to check on his grandmother.

He stumbled downstairs, his legs heavy with dread, and found her still in the living room, sitting in the same spot where he had left her the previous night. But now, her expression was empty, her eyes glazed over, and she seemed oblivious to his presence.

"Grandma?" Neville whispered, his voice trembling. "Are you alright?"

She gave a weak nod and asked him to stay away from her. A shiver ran down his spine. His worst dreams were manifesting right in front of him.

Overwhelmed with fear and confusion, Neville left his grandmother and ventured outside once more, determined to find answers and seek help. The world outside was even more desolate than he had imagined. The transformed animals had wreaked havoc, leaving behind signs of destruction. Broken windows, bloodstains, and overturned cars were scattered throughout the town.

He called out for Bruno, but the only response was an eerie silence. It all felt like a fever dream to him and he wasn't entirely wrong.

As the days passed, Neville caught on to the fever that slowly ate him from the inside. He knew that time was running out, but he couldn't bear to leave the house, fearing what lay outside. His dreams were filled with haunting visions of the strange figure and the twisted creatures it controlled.

In the end, the virus claimed the lives of everyone in the town, leaving behind only the chilling echoes of their existence. Neville's search for answers had led him down a path he could never have anticipated, and in the end, he too became a victim of the pandemic, leaving behind a town frozen in time, a ghostly reminder of Christmas that had gone horribly wrong.

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What would you do if the world around you was changing into something like this?

Does this remind you of any movies?
( "I am legend" was a major inspiration for me to write this chapter )