Arlo Winston was a politician running for Congress within his home state of Georgia. He was a fat pudgy old man, who practically hated everything the world had become. People had the gall to accuse him of only wanting the position to funnel some money into his business of which he was a board member.
Well… he was going to do it, but he found the people vilified companies for no reason. They were there to make money and help the economy. It was capitalism baby!
One of his more recent statements and promises got him in hot water with the general public. He had promised to completely kick out any person suffering from Monster Virus out of the state. He maintained he could do it since the people transformed weren't human anymore and were nothing more than beasts. Really he was stroking public fears, especially after that giant rampage in upstate Michigan caused quite a bit of property damage and injured several people. "It could get worse," he warned everyone at his speech.
Now he was just devouring every meal he had his cook make him with gusto within his large dining room. He was unmarried, thank God, so he had his house to himself.
His secretary walked in looked looking nervous. "Um… sir," she said weakly.
"What?!" He snapped.
"The doctor just called…" she said slowly. "They said… they said you got the Monster Virus."
He froze.
OOOOOOOOOOOOO
A couple of days later he was pleading to his doctor for a cure. "Please," he begged. "Anything! I'll pay you anything! Just give me the cure!"
The doctor shook his off. "There isn't one. I'm sorry, sir, but you're transforming into…"