Pick Your Poison

It is true, no matter how bad things get, they can always get worse. For a handful of survivors the worst is not a virulent superflu which has killed 99% of the earth's population. No, the worst comes when they learn they are not the only ones to live through the end of civilization; the creatures of the night have survived just fine, but with their food supply greatly diminished, they are ravenously hungry for human flesh and blood.

And it's also true that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. In a desperate move, the survivors attempt to pit one predator against the other; knowing full well that in the end, the last people on earth will have to pick their poison.