The Camping Trip

The bats fluttered through the air, seeking warm bodies to feed off of. They were not normal, these bats had died and been brought back to life, with an insatiable hunger for blood. The research lab they escaped from had mastered reanimation of the dead. It worked so well on the bats and other research animals, they did not report their escape. This was a huge medical discovery. Researchers wanted to start experimenting on humans, a few contaminated bats would not cause any problems, why risk their operation getting shut down. Research animals were breed and born inside the facility, these bats had never lived in the wild, they would not know how to hunt and would die. The scientists were wrong, the bats reverted back to natural predatory instincts.

Their radar sensed heat and headed towards the source. Picking up on warm body readings from a large camp site, they fluttered down to get closer. Making no sound, gliding through the air, planning their silent attack.

People sat by the fire and others were in their tents asleep. The bats landed lightly on them not making a sound, small teeth sunk into skin and began to feed. The hosts body immediate went into shock from the bite became delirious and passed out within minutes. They gorged on blood making sure all campers, had been tasted. Once the bats were done feeding, they took off looking for new prey.

All the campers lay in a coma like state, but not for long. Flutters of life began to return. Eyes opened one by one, with a white milky glaze staring blankly, all human feelings were gone but hunger. Their skin had red infected bites, which festered. Slowly each camper got back up, still having some sort of intelligence in them. They knew to stay where they were at and food would come to them.

As the sun started to rise buses began to drive down the road headed to Camp Grayson. The buses were filled full of children excited about joining their parents, for two days of fun filled camping. Many parents had taken off the day before and went to set up camp for the kids, preparing for their annual planned outing. About twenty families participated each year and the children were singing songs, ready to have the time of their life.

The buses approached the camp sight, the drivers parked and instructed the children to form in a single line. Opening the bus doors the drivers walked out and helped the children get off the bus one, by one. Some could see their parents standing in a circle from a distance. The infected turned around and looked at the children. Slowly walking towards them, licking their lips, holding out their arms, welcoming them. By the time the children and other adults were close enough to see their faces, it was too late.