Klark

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Klark dropped on the ground.
He had hesitated.
He knew he had hesitated.
And he was still hesitating.
He broke into a full sprint, leaping over rocks and slid over the slimy, wet asphalt.

He had been running. Running for a long time and he still didn't know where he was going.

the day was coming to an end and the tell-tale signs were beginning to show; the darkening of the skies; the way the earth suddenly became cold and foggy, and Klark knew it was time to be careful.

To be ready

Ready for what the night brings, as it is not enjoyable

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A radioactive wave had enveloped the land just about many many years before and people had began dying out like flies when sprayed with insecticide.

He was lucky. That is what they always used to say. He was lucky he wasn't affected, wasn't dying this way, the way that everyone else was.

What they didn't know was how it felt for everyone you knew to be dying that way.  Dying slowly and horribly and there was nothing you could do about it.

They called it The Sickness. The scientific, hard to pronounce one was never uttered. It didn't matter anyway because everyone understood. The end was near.

Horrible stories began to form. Gruesome tales of how the infected will died. Bleeding everywhere with terrible coughing and screaming until you forgot your name. Forgot your humanity.

Klark stopped thinking then. He didn't want to open the box. The box where he taped up those horrible memories.

Up ahead he saw some cars. Funny, he thought. The cars were like shells scattered all around the streets with no one to drive them. He knew how to drive but he wouldn't go near. All the horrible memories of accidents will just cloud his brain.

Bodies littered the streets too, but were not as rare as the cars. Before everyone died they didn't get to clean up. People died on the streets all the time. Someone could be going to the shops and they just wouldn't come back.

his mother died that way. No one knew why Klark wasn't harmed. But He knew they all hated him for it. before all the schools shut down, he could feel the emotions erupting from everyone around him. the way they judged him. they were dying, their families were dying but '"Klark" was Okay.

People started hating him then, during that dark time. They thought it wasn't fair that they had to die and he didn't . Then his mother died.

Klark loved his mother and his mother loved him. She was sick as well but it want that serious. She didn't get crazy like the stories he heard. She was still his lovely mother who talked to him kindly and loved him no matter what. But she was dying, and he barely even noticed.

' Im okay , '  his mother used to say ' Really I am. Don't worry Klark, I'll always be here '

But there was a day Klark came back early from school.  A horrible day yet again but it was about to get worse.

' I'm home !' he shouted as he walked through the threshold. There was no reply. He walked to the living room looking around for his mother but there was no sign of her until he walked to her door.

It creaked open as he pushed it and he got a glimpse at what his mother had been hiding those few weeks.

She looked terrible.

Blood was coating every surface of her room and she was there laying on her bed crying silent bloody tears into her dirty pillow. She was shaking holding back series of screams and coughs.

"She is dying" Klark thought " And she didn't tell me "

Klark stepped back into the hall and tried to process what he saw but his mind wasn't working.

His mother was dying.

Upon all that she said to him. The truth was hard and cold.

Everyone will leave him at the end.

It was just a matter of time.