22 Year Old Scott looked down at the littered street from his 6th floor apartment balcony. It had only been three days since the virus had started to spread and with most of the population changed he was one of the few left human. The power had gone off the first night as most were infected within hours and too late to do anything by the time symptoms showed. Scott always hated his night job, but was thankful because it forced him to sleep during the day and miss being infected and had yet to leave his apartment.
The streets were filled with dogs of all sorts, the cries for help had mostly died down since the day before and barks were heard from all directions. Only about 1 in 10 still were at least partially human, but most had given into the canine minds and could not talk or walk.
Scott watched as a probably teen age golden retriever was walking by on two feet still and looked up at him.
"Please sir, you gotta help me, I don't wanna be a dog!" he whined.
The thickly haired naked boy gave a sad puppy dog face to Scott, who could see he was having a hard time standing on 2 mutilated legs. "Sorry kid, it's too late, if I help you I will get infected."
His ears and head drooped as he continued walking down the street past a pair of humping dogs.
Scott went back inside, deciding to try the battery powered radio one more time to see if anything had changed when there was a knock on the door...