It had been 24 hours since the first people began exhibiting symptoms, and now they had all died. All except for one... Talno Remus. Talno Remus sat sobbing in his hut. How would he survive? He stared at his twinky drawer. Only five left. Night had fallen, and the village was beginning to emit the horrible stench of death. All was silent, except for the screeches of the scavengers tearing into the dead bodies outside. Talno reasoned that the safest place for him was the village, and so he stayed in his hut, forcing sleep to come to him.