My Dark and Stormy Night

Chapter 2; Meet Unknown

Life is a lot more difficult now. Everyone hates me and there’s not much I can do about it. All the people lock me out and shun me for what I look like because of this damn rain. No one wants anything to do with me. They hate me. The only reason someone has come up to me was in an attempt to murder me.

The pain was worse than thousands of wasp stings at once. After a while, I got used to it though, as much as I could. The scent in the air consists mainly of rotting flesh and melting veins. My gag reflexes almost didn’t work after all this time. The screams, to me, were muted, but I still could tell everyone out here was suffering the same fate as I am. 

Even though I had no right to complain about the screams of undying suffering, I still feel like I can hear them. It hurts a lot. Even so, I continue my treacherous limp down the abandoned streets in a pathetic attempt to find someone who will have the heart to help my poor soul out.

Some form of the warm liquid has failed to cease falling down my facial features. At this point, I don’t know whether they are raindrops from the toxic precipitation or tears from excessive pain. 

    My endless trudge came to a slow yet all to a sudden stop. I found myself in front of a very familiar house.

This house in particular housed the lover I left behind the oh-so-fateful day this started. Just remembering Alice’s name made me long to have her in my arms more than anything. The house had no standing-out qualities. It looked exactly like the others lined up on the street. Even so, the memories I made in this house are some of the best memories I hold with me. My friends and I spent most of our free time there. We loved to play out in the backyard and watch movies till sunrise. Why be bored in summer when you have friends to do stuff with right? All six of us were at this house for at least three days a week. A lot more during breaks.

    I looked up at the sky and thought for a moment. 

The rain isn’t going to end anytime soon and it’s not like I’m getting anywhere…

I looked back at Alice’s house and swiftly walked over. The way there my feet felt a lot lighter, but I knew I wasn’t planning on seeing Alice. The state that I’m in would worry her and make her cry. I’d rather not see her than be the reason she cries. I plopped myself under the first-floor living room window and rested my head against the wall of the building. I looked back on my life and all of the decisions that have brought me to where I am.

I thought back to everything I could bring my consciousness to remember, but nowhere in the sea of memories could I find a good reason as to why this happened to me. I don’t understand why bad things always happen to good people. I look up to the reddened and murky sky but only see the bottom of the metal-lined roof. My fingers begin to dance amongst my chest as I bring myself to remember all of the fun times I had with my friends before this horrendous disaster.

I wonder where they all are right now. Are they all ok? I hope they’re alive wherever they are...

Well no matter what I just hope no one else got infected. I hope none of them are suffering the same stupid fate as me. Too hot in the streets for the rest of their certainly numbered days.

A wave of sadness came and hit me like a heavy weighted blue brick. I didn’t know why at that moment, but I brought my hand to my decaying rough cheek. Then I figured out why.

A hot drop of liquid raced down the side of my cheek. It was like a small angel's cry but in a miserable and rotting world. I now know that I can cry which on one hand is amazing, but on the other hand, it means that my emotions are gonna bug me like a bee in the shirt for the rest of my miserable life. So now I think I might have been crying the entire time and the liquid wasn’t the rain.