The Rising Dawn: Infection

You walk out of the store, alone, and realize a massive hoard of the seemingly deceased have you cornered against a wall, you panic and fire aimlessly into the crowd. It's no use. They consume you and dozens of them rip you apart, you scream but nobody can hear you, you can see nothing, only feel the awful sensation of them ripping you apart and gobbling you up. You pray for the sweet release of death and finally, receive it.