The Shade

Part 2

After spending nearly an hour teaching myself to put the horrible sights out of my mind. Once I had done so successfully I began my search for any living person I could find. I spent the rest of that day alone.. Roughly three hours after working the next morning I found what would become one of the most disturbing things that I will ever see. An old man, at least seventy, sitting against a post, rocking back and forth. I walked up to him tentatively, “Excuse me sir,” I waited a moment, “Could I ask you a few questions?” “What? Are you real? I can tell the Shades gonna get to me soon enough. Heck, even if you're not real I supposes I could answer your questions.” “Thank ya sir. Please tell me everything you know about the Shade.” He chuckled a little “well mister imagination. The shade isn’t really a disease, it more like a sickness that gets into your head, and makes you do stuff. I still remember the day it all went down. I was walking to work, when a car veered straight off the street into a small store. People were screaming so much, that damned screaming. I couldn't take it; I know pathetic, blacking out right in the middle of the apocalypse. When I woke up everyone was dead, the only sound I could discern among the alarms was a baby crying. Now I'm gonna tell you what I think caused all this...” At that moment his hand jerked to his side shaking violently, he withdrew a bowie knife from a pocket I hadn't seen, and all the while crying and blubbering, before he got another word out his hand shoved the knife upwards through his mouth pinning his tongue to the roof of his mouth and penetrating his brain. I threw up. After working up enough courage to scour his body for anything I could use, I found a small note with directions to a clinic, with a name I knew my parents had said before on it. It took me nearly nine hours to find the building thanks to the unnavigable streets