[Nick paused for a moment to take a bite of his meal.] Oh fuck... Food. Real cooked food. [He moaned, taking a few more bites before regaining his composure.]
See, the people? Well, they weren't people anymore. They got claws, and teeth... Real sharp. They spat acid, or, their faces turned into tumours. Some of them just grew... Huge.
There was nowhere to run. They were everywhere... Every quarantine was overrun.