As we fall

ONE

February, 26, 2020

I opened my eyes, still weary from sleep. The damp, moist, air flowed through my open window, cooling the sheets on my bed. I dragged myself out of bed, dressed, and went to the kitchen. I made myself a bowl of dry cereal and sat at the bar while I watched the news on TV. My eyes glazed over in thought as the flickering light from the old television showed the news. The virus was still spreading. No one knew the cause, or the cure, but it seemed to be deadly. People either die or become insane trying to kill other people with their own hands and teeth. Usually they would only attack people who hadn't been taken by the illness. More and more became like this each day. I turned off the screen. I didn't want to see reports again.

May, 10, 2023

I thought back to this day. Now almost everyone is lost. I was the one of the only last survivors. Many people believed that the virus somehow was able mutate its carrier into a zombie, those who had seen it first hand at least. But everyone brushed it off, thinking they were crazy or erratic. But once the sickness spread out more, people knew.