Fallen minds

Prologue

As I stared into her white diluted eyes, I felt nothing but an endless dark void full of nothing but fear. Was this a sign that I'm growing weaker? Less of a man? NO!!! I can't be weak in this world, not now. She needs me.

As the illness continues to spread, she becomes less and less of herself every day. I feel like I'm losing her every single day that passes by her eyes are turning so white it looks like she can't see a thing, yet they follow me every time I'm with her.

Whether I'm loud or quiet, quick or slow. Is it instinct? A new way she sees or perceives things in front of her. No... no... it can't be, I'm good at being quiet, it's a talent I had ever since I was a young boy. It was a way of life for me. The only way I could escape from those who wanted to see me suffer. Those who deserve to walk this world as one of them. To suffer every single day and night.

She just sits in silence, frozen on that one spot. It looks like she has given up on life, given up on us. Her legs don't work anymore they were broken after the 'accident'. If only I was there to stop her, to show her the is a better way to deal with this situation. I blame myself. It's my fault she can't walk anymore. I should have helped her, why didn't I help her? Did I want this to happen to her.

The nights are longer than the days now. Sleep has abandoned me a long time ago. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is her and what I did to her. How I didn't help her, how I hurt her. I see her right in front of me, but what I see isn't what I saw. I don't see her smiles anymore, her cries and her anger. What's wrong with her? Is she dead?

She doesn't talk to me anymore, but when I leave her room, I hear voices in there. Is she just mad at me? Does the love we once had, gone. Turned into nothing but ashes that got blown away by the unfeeling wind. Without me, she won't make it in this world. She needs me to keep her alive. Only I can help her.

It's been so long since I left this place that I lost track of time. All the hours gone like they never existed. All the months, gone just like that. The food rations are getting low. I'm going to have to step outside. I haven't been out there for so long. Thinking about it sends shivers down my spine. The thought of leaving her alone scares me even more. I can't leave the only person keeping me sane in this dying world.

The light from the sun feels weird through the cracks in the wall and the boarded-up windows. It feels less welcoming and colder than the one I remember. I wonder how it feels like from outside. My curiosity grows. I want to know what it feels like when I'm outside, but my fear keeps me in here. I must go outside to find food for my wife. I must keep her happy no matter the price.

Soon, I will have to do what scares me the most but fuels my curiosity. I looked at my wife, and her face looked so unnatural. It's moving, but it almost looks dead, or should I say it looks like it has no peace. Maybe I should give her the peace she yearns for, but I can't handle that. I don't think I can handle such a loss. Not now, at least, maybe one day, or maybe I will never let her go. I don't want to let her go.

Finally, I feed my thirst to know about the outside. I slowly open the door, and a gust of warm wind hits my face. The sunlight feels better out here. It's more enjoyable out here. I regret not going outside all this time.

The forest with no one to stop it has crept into the cities, and nature took over. We didn't leave the building she lost herself in. It was safe, and I believe her spirit lies here in those walls. But looking up to the window where it happened fills me with sadness. It reminds me of how unloving I was, how thoughtless I was. I feel like she died that day. Maybe she did die. That day is imprinted in my mind. I can't stop thinking about it. How is she still alive? Is she even alive?