The jungle was unusually quiet. Birds stopped chirping, and even the rustling leaves seemed to hold their breath. Deep in the heart of the thick rainforest, a baby monkey named Kiki clung to a low-hanging branch, its tiny hands trembling. The troop had left Kiki behind, too frightened to wait as an eerie presence crept through the undergrowth.
It had started with a strange, rotting smell. The air grew thick with decay, and then—dark, hollow eyes emerged from the shadows. Kiki had never seen anything like it before. The creature looked like an old monkey, but its flesh hung from its bones, and its teeth were jagged and yellow. Worst of all, it moved in a slow, jerky manner, as if controlled by an unseen force.
Kiki screeched in fear and tried to flee, but the thing was too fast. Rotten fingers clutched at Kiki’s fur, pulling it closer. A sharp pain burned on Kiki’s tiny arm as the creature’s teeth sank into its flesh. The pain was overwhelming, and everything blurred. Kiki’s heart pounded as its body convulsed.
Then, the change began.
Kiki’s eyes darkened, veins turning black beneath the fur. A feverish hunger spread through its tiny body, overriding the pain. Its fingers twitched uncontrollably, and a low growl rumbled from its throat. It felt…different. Stronger. Hungrier.
The jungle, once a playground, now felt like a hunting ground.
Kiki turned towards the trees, where its family had fled. The scent of warm blood filled its nose, and its stomach clenched in need. Without a second thought, Kiki leaped from branch to branch, its movements now unnatural, faster, more erratic. Its innocent mind was gone, replaced by one dark and insatiable.
The troop had gathered by the river, nervously glancing back. When they saw Kiki approach, relief washed over them—until they noticed its glowing, soulless eyes. A deep, guttural snarl escaped its lips. Fear gripped the monkeys as they scrambled to escape, but Kiki was already among them, teeth snapping, hunger uncontrollable.
One by one, they fell.
The infection spread.
By nightfall, the jungle was no longer silent. It echoed with the sounds of creatures that had once been monkeys but were now something else. Something horrifying.
The zombie plague had begun, and no animal was safe.
