I Don't Fear You

When It Began

It started about 6 months ago. 

The disease. Plague. I'm not sure what it is but it spread. Fast. 

It started in Wales, Great Britain. I'm sure if we realised what would happen we would've taken action sooner. There were reports that flooded in... People weren't scared. No one feared what was to come. There were always scares - always infections that authorities believed to become widespread and fatal... The population gradually became accustomed to it. Understood that there was a risk that a disease would wipe out millions, waited for it to happen, yet it never did. This time was different. So different.

It started in mutts. Dogs in the streets, pets. The first infections were thought to have come from bats, but it was never confirmed. People phoned the vet about these creatures, found lying at the side of the road or moping through back alleys. As the infection took hold further they began roaming the streets, foaming at the mouth. Calls came in about them running around the city shaking, avoiding any damp ground, struggling to breathe. Attempts to help were futile. Anyone who got close enough was viciously attacked and bitten up their arms, along their legs. Whole chunks of bloodied flesh ripped out and then discarded, ready for the next bite to be taken. Fearing for their safety, these individuals sought medical attention as soon as possible. No one had seen anything quite like this. Nothing as violent, quick. Within 12 hours, the patients were no different to the dog. Foaming, bitey... Any attempt to help was futile. Nurses were bitten. The dogs ran free on the streets, people being admitted to hospital every few minutes. Those who didn't make it joined the hoards of animals on the tarmac, lying half concious in the street, drowning in their own spit, launching themselves at anyone close enough.

Experts originally thought that it was rabies, yet any attempts to cure the patients with these treatments ended with no improvements. This variation was lethal. Quick. There was no cure. Nothing to slow the infection. By this point, the infection was spreading throughout Wales, into England through train lines, busses and short flights. 

It was then that the worldwide panic began. Borders were closed. Boat links were cut. They isolated the infection to us. Doomed us to this fate. The only hope for us was a vaccination or cure. Neither seemed likely. 

It was a month later that the vaccine came. Sent over from America in a one way boat ride to the hell hole we were all now stuck in. It was distributed in the most infected areas first and distributed down through the country slowly. 30 million were already dead. Half the country. There was worries about spreading the disease further even by distributing the vaccine so it had to be done carefully. 

I was one of the last few to receive the vaccine. If only I knew then what would happen... I would've just ended it there and then. 

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So if any I actually still have any followers, you will know that I haven't actually started a new something in... What, 4 years? I don't know, a fucking long time haha

So I'm a lot older than the last time I properly wrote (I was about 14 and I'm now 18) so I'm hoping I can tackle some more intense ideas and plotlines but I guess we'll see...

I guess what I'm saying is thank you so much for reading and I will hopefully be uploading more very soon :D

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