Well, here's by story. ITs thriller/firperson/horror-ish about a disease that almost destroys mankind. This is the first part:
“My God, what is that thing?” That’s how it all started. I remember it as if it was yesterday. I’ve tried a hundred times to forget that day, that dreadful, horrid day. But it comes back… it always does. They say that the epidemic’s over, they say that the virus is dead. It isn’t. It’ll be back. I can sense it… its still there, a remnant of those dreadful times. It hasn’t shown itself yet, but it’s waiting, waiting for a moment to strike, a moment to spread out carnage in every direction. And I can only pray to God that time we’ll be ready. ‘Cause if we aren’t, then this time might be our last.
They say that “all men are created equal.” You never see that much in real life. Humans discriminate; always have, always will. We can try to hide it, but our prejudice will still be there in the back of our minds, silently influencing out thoughts. But that disease didn’t discriminate. Maybe that’s one of the worst things about it. It didn’t care how old you were, how healthy you were, what you looked like. Regardless of your genetic makeup, regardless of how healthy you were and how many times you washed your hands, it would find a way. It would a find a way to infect you. And once you were infected, it was only a matter of time before you died. Either by the disease or the government. You never knew which would get to you first.
I think I was twenty three when it happened. Damn, the years have gone by fast. Fifteen years… fifteen years out of my life. Fifteen years that weren’t a part of my life at all. I remember it. You hid, and you prayed. You didn’t’ leave your house no matter what. You barricaded yourself wherever you could and you’d pray to God that it wouldn’t get to you. But it always had a way; it could find you wherever you hid. And if it didn’t find you, it would find someone you knew. Then you’d hear their screams, their yelling for help. That was the worst part. When you could hear them in their last moments. And you’d sit there torn, cause you knew that if you went to help, it would only be a matter of time before you were in the same state they were in. Those fifteen years… you didn’t know if it was a day or a century. There was no time, no moments you could recall. Just pain, just horror, just anticipation. That’s what drove most of them insane. Anticipating when you were going to die… knowing that the virus might be a few feet from you, silent, invisible. Knowing that a second later you might have been infected. Damn those years went fast. And damn, they went by so slow too.
Reports say that it killed 80% of the population. But those are reports. In truth, I’d say barely 10% of us survived. And survived is a broad term. Most went insane. A few, forever scarred mentally and physically. And a few… you didn’t know. A few looked and sounded alright, but you could tell they weren’t. But I’m ranting aren’t I. You’re not here to listen to an old man rant about the fear, the terror I faced. You’re hear to learn the story. This is how it happened. This is how we survived. This is the story of how a single genetic mistake nearly wiped out mankind.
Look out the window… its barren landscape now. If you’re lucky you might see a few building in the distance. Mostly scorch marks remain of a past civilization. The government tried fire at first, bombing cities that were infected. Sure, there were still people living in there, but the government didn’t’ give a damn by that time. It had spread too far, there was no more hope of saving everybody. The survivors have managed to salvage a few remains, but let me tell you. Before it started, there were monuments, buildings, oh you can’t imagine. Cities, vast skyscrapers, cars and roads in every direction! And the noise, it was a beautiful noise. Not this goddamned silence, but the noise of life, of a bustling city. That’s gone now. Most of everything is gone now. There were lights too, shining bright lights. Like the sun, only multicolored. God, I miss those days.
I'll write the rest later. Comment... I want advice to make it better. =]
