[ CW ] A horror story , limited to 2 3-sentence paragraphs , in a world where cellphones always have signal .

The horrible sounds of death were filling the air. The overwhelming stench of blood was filling the pores. The images of the slaughter were filling my memories. 
 
 I was able to briefly lock myself away in a rickety shelter, originally made to keep them in. But I guess it had better do better at keeping them out. 
 
 I flipped open the old Nokia™ phone that was my only lifeline I had left; I had found it in my boxes of junk. Never realized I'd actually need it, I tapped in some numbers, held it to my ear and waited. 
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 It happened as fast as a car crash, with almost no forewarning. Small bumps on forearms and thighs, slight fever and itchy throat, and a thirst that would n't be sated by anything other than extremely old red wines and certain other `` drinks''. What we imagined to just be a large spread case of the flu, and maybe an odd rash. 
 
 We could n't do anything to stop them, they struck as soon as the sun passed over the horizon, bursting out of everywhere, preying upon those near them. There was nothing to be done; they moved with a purpose, systematically destroying every access to travel between nations, states, or even towns. 
 
 The one thing I did n't understand, is how did they manage to miss the cellphone lines? That was the only piece of the puzzle that just did n't fit. There was no way it could help them, unless they could find us becau- 
 
 Shit. 

