The Night Chicago Died

The day it all fell, Chicago erupted into chaos. Sirens screamed over gunfire, drowned by the rising wails of the infected. Streets clogged with panicked traffic became killing fields. People ran, fought, begged—then turned. Smoke rose from burning buildings, and helicopters thudded overhead before vanishing for good. The L trains stopped mid-route, packed with the dead and dying. Hospitals overflowed, then fell silent. In hours, the city of millions became a war zone of screams and blood. The virus moved faster than anyone expected. Police and fire crews were overwhelmed, then consumed. By nightfall, the skyline flickered with firelight. The air reeked of fear, smoke, and death. Chicago didn’t fall slowly—it was devoured in a single, brutal day.