Stay home

Two months, one week, four days, three hours, forty-four minutes and fifty seconds. Fifty-one seconds. Fifty-two seconds. So many time since, that the entire world had stopped. So many time since, that all the people lived in fear. So many time since, that our world had ended. So many time ago, since the pandemic had started.
I looked at the clock. Forty-five minutes and one second. Two second. Three…
It’ll drive me crazy, if this situation doesn’t change. How can you live, if you haven’t got any food left, if the danger is two meters away from you, if you see all the people, that you love, die in front of your eyes and you can’t do anything. It’s a wonder, that I haven’t gone crazy before.
Two month, one week, four days, three hours, forty-six minutes and twenty seconds. Twenty-one seconds… It is since two month, one week, 4 days, three hours, forty-six minutes and twenty-seven seconds, that the government announced these two words “stay home”. These two words, that broke all my hopes, all my live.

Two month, one week, 4 days, three hours, forty-six minutes and twenty seconds. Twenty-three seconds back.
As usual, I turn the radio on and take my coffee of the table. First, you only hear the sizzle of a new music, before the chain changes to the news. I listen:
“ Alert, alert,
This is an important message. A pandemic has started since only two minutes and it spreads dangerously fast. The characteristics of the virus is that the skin changes to a grey-green color and that it is more difficult to breathe. You die a couple of minutes later.
Ran in your house, if you still can save yourself. And STAY AT HOME. Don’t go anyway, or you will die.
At this moment, this information go in all radio and all television.

Alert, alert,
This is an important message. A pandemic has started since only two minutes and it spreads dangerously fast. The characteristics…”
The alert message repeats several times before I turn off the radio by pushing the button. I’m in choc. Is this a joke?, I thought, but a couple of seconds later I hear scream outside. I run to the window and look outside. On the road, is a young women that is lying on the ground. Her skin is gray-green. And this women is my wife.
Tears flow down my cheeks and my heart hurts.

Back to the present
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Only a third of the population rest in the world. The rare journalist risks their life for in the streets with masks and surgical suit and see hundreds and hundreds of bodies lying on the ground, the skin of the bones. The roads are full of cadavers and the food, objects and everything, that people had took in the panic. But everyone dies. Everyone who wasn’t in their house dies.
My woman too.
All morning, when I open the windows blinds, I see my lovers grey-green body, that lies immobile on the ground with her white eyes, that look every time at me. It makes me uncomfortable but I can’t change anything.
But that’s not the terrifying thing. It’s the kids. The kids have a different way to react on the virus. They are still alive, but…
they are zombies and they want the life of the survivors.
The morning, the midday, the afternoon and also the night they push my door, my windows to come in and they scream with their high-pitched voice. The hole time, every day. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I can’t take it anymore.

This night I open the store of my windows and I stare at the sky. Shining stars are in the dark. I open the box from witch I take the last cigarette. I light the last flame of the lighter, breath a last time the smoke, expire, close my eyes. The voices of the kids resonate in my ears. I open my eyes and take one last look at the moon.
This is the end, I though.
I open my window, spring of the wet grass and start to run. I hear the hundreds and hundreds light steps of the zombies-kids behind me. Arrive at my wife body, I fell on the knees and let out my lasts tears. I feel the breath of those horrible kids on the skin of my neck. 
I feel already the cold come in my body, in my veins, attack my heart. It was if my whole body was filled by venom. My last thought is gone and my last breath too.
It’s how I died.