An Infectious Cure

Chapter 1: An Epidemic
Errors.  What are they to us?  Why do they matter?  Who cares?  Why should I be concerned with your problems?  Why?  I'll tell you why.  In three monthes, the world will be plauged with an incurable disease known as molecular tumoric cancer or MTC for short.  It's a new kind of cancer.  It causes tumors that bludge and suffocate you.  Victims only live for a few hours.  How'd it come about?  Here's my story.

April 15, 2060.  The world is in WW3.  It started almost instantly after Russia was bombed by Iraq.  Russia sent troops to Iraq only to be stormed by the US.  Russia declared war on the US and caused a severe cut in the economy.  People starved.  In 2062 alone, 30 million died of malnutrition.  Sad isn't it.  I was lucky.  My mother and father saved me and kept me safe.  They stole food from the rich and ran.  Everyday was death.  I was used to the sound of people dying.  I mean come on, I was only 2 at the time.  My father was a veteran of the first recon mission of the US to invade Russia.  He wasn't that strong or anything, he was just normal.  He was crazed about becoming a surfer and living on the beach.  My mother was a rebel and thought that she was the top notch.  Maybe that's why dad married her.  I don't know.  But soon enough, things were gonna get ugly. 

After WW3 ended in 2070, an epidemic broke out.  Molecular tumoric cancer.  At first, doctors didnt know what it was.  They thought some alien had come down from the depths of space and planted an egg into a human.  But it turns out that it's far worse.  MTC attacks the cells down to the molecular level.  Instead of breaking the bonds for energy, like they're supposed to, the cells mutate and break the bonds causing mini explosions in the body.  Victims were killed almost 10 hours after diagnosis.  Scary.  Mother was infected with it.  She lasted only 3 hours because she was so weak.  It's spread like AIDs: through blood, body fluids, and saliva.  It was saddening.  I was ten at the time.  Father said that I was going to have to find a cure for this cancer.  After my mother's death, he became a drinker and had suicidal thoughts.  One particular day, he took out his most prized gun and held it to his head, hoping to end his life then and there.  I stopped him, begging him to stop.  Nothing came through to his head. 

June 13, 2075, a man by the name of Isaac Jerovakic came into view.  He was a madman who massacred his entire laboratory: scientists, fellow friends, and his family.  However, he supposedly had the cure for MTC.  Scientists and the government paid trillions.  It was on national television.  Isaac Jerovakic was known as "God".  Live coverage of the government buying his cure was broadcasted all over the world.  I watched the news through the window of an electronic store.  I couldn't help but notice a smirk on his face.  How strange, I thought.  I was 15 when that happened.  I couldn't even remember my own name.  My father died and so did my mother.  I dont remember my name.  What was my name?!

June 16, 2075.  Professor Jerovakic's cure began to have side effects.  Men and women became ravenous, growing yellow eyes and their teeth growing exponentially.  Doctors assumed that it was just a tweek in the cure and it would pass.  Wrong. 

June 20, 2075.  Nearly two-thirds of the recipients of the new cure became cannibalistic and became "zombies".  They though only of human flesh and the death of any other being.  They couldn't talk, nothing.  Merely puppets to Jerovakic.  The other 1/3 of the population fought back, killing the infected.  However, the numbers were staggering and the opposition soon was reduced to a mere 100,000.  I am one of them.  However, I never fought back, only ran and hid. 

Janruary 1, 2076.  The opposition is down to a mere 1,000.  WE WON'T WIN THIS FIGHT!  Im getting anxious.  I jump to the slightest noise.  I carry my dad's two favorite pistols which he called Mustang and Sally.  I get anxious.  Im scared.  I hope I don't die.  I was only 15.  WHY?