A lyrical, precise monologue by Alex Garland, excerpted:
It started as rioting, and right from
the beginning you knew this was different.
Because it was happening
in small villages, market towns.
And then it wasn’t on the TV any more.
It was in the street outside.
It was coming through your windows.
It was a virus.
An infection.
You didn’t need a doctor to tell you that.
It was the blood.
There was something in the blood.