Jazzy
Play It, Don't Say It.
I want you to think of your best friend. Of your mother, father... any siblings you might have had. Remember them? Now think of how each of them died. Think of how you couldn't save them. Think of how the looked as they were killed. Think of these things... and survive.
It's 2079. There's a virus outbreak. They're quarantining people. The government won't tell anyone what's going on, and the sick people aren't heard of again. Naturally, people try to treat the sick themselves instead of following the quarantine orders. This is where everything went wrong.
The sick's saliva would turn a thick, brow color. Their eyes would turn pink and crust up. Movement and heart beats would slow, causing a coma-like state. Outer skin would peel off and die in patches on the body.
The sick, they started to act strangely. Their eyes would glaze over for a time period, and they would make strange noises. Inhuman noises. It was diagnosed as "just another symptom". Then, the bitings started. It was just a few cases at first, but the calls quickly started flooding in. Those bitten would fall into the same sickness.
People were getting scared. They no longer wanted to care for the sick, for fear that they would attack. So, many people were abandoned. Mistake two.
The sick, of course, died. Once you were diagnosed, there was no chance of survival. Scientists were amazed. A disease like this had never been discovered.
The first call was quite alarming. A woman was calling about her child, who was walking around the kitchen. The authorities were confused on why the woman thought this worthy of a report. When asked, she began crying. Hard. She explained how, just a day before, he was pronounced dead.
That was the first of many, many calls.
It's 2081. The human race has dropped to about .25%. Survival is top priority. The survivors have become immune to catching the virus through air. But, a bite would seal one's fate. Night isn't safe. Day, you could say, is safer. But, that's like comparing a crocodile and an alligator. Both are ferocious, one is just a tad more deadly than the other.
Without a weapon, or a place to stay, you will not survive. The weak have died. The government fell long ago. Stores have been long empty, raided when the predicament first started.
Now you can do nothing. Nothing but try your best to survive.
But remember.
There is no escaping.
There is no truly safe place.
Good luck.
Do you miss them?
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