"David Moody - Autumn 2 - Purification" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moody David)

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Epilogue

Prologue

Bodies.
Thousands upon thousands of cold, rancid, decaying bodies once spread across almost the entire
length and width of the dead land but now crammed into the space of just a few square miles. Relentless,
vicious and unstoppable shells. Creatures without direction. Creatures without purpose. Savage,
instinct-driven, insect-ridden carcasses. Empty, rotting, skeletal husks which had once each had
individual identities and lives and reasons to exist but which were now nothing more than emotionless
collections of tattered rag, grey-green greasy flesh, withered muscle and brittle bone.
In little more than a few seconds the lives of each one of these pitiful, tortured things had been ended.
Forty-seven days ago, without warning or explanation, the disease had struck and killed billions. The
most brutal and unforgiving infection ever to have cursed the face of the planet tore through the
defenceless population with unstoppable speed and ferocity, leaving only an unfortunate few unaffected.
Now, more than a month and a half later, the full effects of the deadly germ were still making themselves
known.
At the furthest edge of a cold, wet and generally featureless field, the dishevelled carcass of what had
once been an affluent fifty-three year old investment banker lifted its dark, clouded eyes. Surrounded on
all sides by hundreds of similarly bedraggled and featureless cadavers, the remains of the once powerful,
wealthy and well-respected man shuffled awkwardly forward, slipping and sliding through churned mud,
and lifted its tired arms and grabbed clumsily at those bodies which stood in its way. The body didnтАЩt