[ EU ] The deadly Rage Virus has finally made its way to North America , even infecting the hapless citizenry of Sesame Street . One resident awakes to the aftermath 28 days later .

Oscar climbed out of his sewer. They were making a new series of episodes, he could tell by the guy who had his hand up Oscar's rear rend. Normally his puppeteers only handled him when they were filming, but the lights were off and the cameras were n't manned. 
 
 They were n't filming, but he was alive. Why? He looked around again, his puppeteer was hungry and battered. The soundstage was deserted, streaked with blood and felt. There was a half gnawed on body in a yellow bird suit. Even Oscar, who hated fresh food, could tell that someone was eating the bird. 
 
 Something hooted outside the sound stage. There were n't any sirens or car horns, just silence. His puppeteer walked him over to the window. `` See Oscar? It's just us, we're all alone. The bird got angry so he had to die, but his meat is making me sick now. I should have washed my hand after handling the chicken.'' 
 
 Oscar watched some people mull about in the street. They twitched and cried, but did n't go about their business. They did n't tell stories, they did n't count or spell. Not anymore. 
 
 His puppeteer walked over to a side entrance and slowly unbarred the door. When nobody banged on it, he opened it. 
 
 What he saw and smell made him happy. Oscar loved garbage and rot and destruction, and that was what was outside. Cars had crashed, bodies lay in the street. The flies were everywhere. The Count would be having multiple orgasms at the sheer number of flies to count. 
 
 `` Well Oscar, we need to go find food.'' 
 
 Oscar looked up and down the street and saw a convenience store. The windows were broken but there might be some food inside. A snarl came from behind and the puppeteer turned and ran. The things had n't been eating and all this angryness was slowing them down. The puppeteer quickly outran it and doubled back the long way to the convenience store. 
 
 Inside, there were some candy bars in the back room and a couple of bottles of soda. The puppeteer drank and ate, filling himself and giving the empty wrappers to Oscar, apologizing that they were only trash and not Garbage. 
 
 In the back room was a bottle of vodka. The puppeteer took a swig from the bottle and continued on. They came across the body of a man in a yellow jacket. The puppeteer took a swig of vodka and poured some on the ground by the man. `` Here's to you, Bird.'' 
 
 Oscar looked around and saw a crowd of the angry people. The puppeteer ran and closed himself in a store front, locking the doors as the angry mob began slamming their bruised and bloodied hands on the glass. The puppeteer steadied himself and caught his breath. He then downed some more vodka. 
 
 `` Oscar? What have I done? I did n't mean to kill the bird, but he was getting angry, and now I'm all alone except for you.'' 
 
 Oscar looked at the angry mob. 
 
 The puppeteer stood and walked to the front door, his hand on the latch. `` Oscar, do you want to make some new friends today?''
