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The Highway (Part 1 of 4) - Indian Creepypasta/Indian Horror Story

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When the virus took hold of the populace, the government stepped in and shut down the entire country.

Worksites became graveyards. Day labourers like me had to leave the city. This country runs on our blood and sweat, yet we were not even given the courtesy of a bus ride to our distant villages.

So we walked en masse on the hot asphalt - refugees in our own country marching towards salvation, to our rural homes where we prayed the disease hadn't reached.

The bags on our backs grew heavy by the day, and the sun beat down on us mercilessly.

Unable to proceed, some people sat on the side of the road and wept, waiting for someone to come and save them from their miserable plight.

I helped people along the way whenever I could, carrying their loads or their children on my back for short distances. But I never let my humanity deter me from my true goal.

I thought of my wife and son as I navigated the horrors. They were my North Star. I just needed to get home and protect them from whatever was spreading through the air. This invisible monster that conquered the lungs and corrupted its innards with its evil magic.

Some of my fellow travellers fell on the asphalt and expired. The parts of their bodies resting on the hot asphalt baked, and their bodies deteriorated quickly in the scorching heat. Swarms of flies landed on the bodies and deposited eggs in the putrescent flesh. Maggots emerged, transforming into even more flies.

These newly birthed insects swarmed oddly. Together, they formed the shapes of the bodies that once housed their infant forms. These shadowy forms lined the highways, moving like humans. Their combined buzzing formed words: "This is nothing. Just the beginning."

I thought I was hallucinating in the heat, so I began walking at night. The fly people never slept. At night, I saw them running, cheering, and conversing with each other, not bothered by the struggles of the living.

I walked on. I endured.

Suddenly, I heard the roaring engine of a vehicle racing down the highway. It came to a screeching halt behind me.