The sound of utter chaos rings out as waves of rabid rioters seek out and attack new victims. There are hundreds of them now, but all still split into little groups of seven to ten. They look like regular townsfolk, the yellow tint yet to set in. Men and women that would normally be settled down for the night watching soaps and getting ready for bed were now instead roaming the streets on a mindless, murderous rampage.
Warped by whatever madness gripped them, their behaviour appears to be the same every time. When one of the group spots a person, known to them or not, they let out a screech and others come running to join the attack.
Pouncing like a swarm of hungry piranha they drag people from their cars and homes biting into their arms and neck.