18 Hours: A Worldwide Disease

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            It was 2020 when the disease started. Some people didn't get too worked up about it-said it was probably "just a cold", and that it would be over in no time. Other's however, were calling it the "new cancer". The first person to die from it was named Edward Mackentire - I remember seeing his name on the news when it all started. Rumor has it, he somehow created in a new drug in his moms basement, and the second he injected himself with it, the disease spread through his body as quick as you can imagine. He was dead 18 hours after. His mother was upstairs during this time, and she said she found him in the basement, his eyes dripping with blood, pupils foggy and grey. She was old-I would say around ninety, maybe even one hundred. The cops came to the house-checked out the body, brought some news back to health care centers, and started experimenting with him, seeing what this new drug can do. What they didn't know was that touching the body would cause them to drop dead on the floor within 18 hours as well, along with Mrs. Mackentire. One slight poke of Edward's corpse, and they were done for.  

            People started realizing the pattern about three days after the disease rose. Once you die from the disease, your body regenerates, almost like a video game. You respawn. That person that was once alive with memories of their families and friends and love life - gone. All that's left is the urge to kill. Almost like zombies, yes, but not exactly. Zombies eat. When you wake up and start a new life in the same body, all you know is to kill the living in the worst possible ways. Reports showed up on the news, saying that within two hours, the corpse was up and living again, except they weren't the same person they were before. There was countless amounts of footage uploaded to YouTube of people murdering others in crazy ways. One kid - a little girl that looked around seven or eight - pushed her dad off of a bridge, and then jumped in after him, probably making sure he was dead. The mom told news reporters that she didn't know her daughter had gotten the disease - she said her daughter most likely died in her sleep, then woke up two hours later as a killing machine. "She was acting very sad that day. We went to the bridge for a fun view of the mountains..." her mother couldn't finish without crying herself to death.

            Sooner or later, power went out because of how many disturbances and tragedies and bombings were going off all throughout the town. Or so we thought. Many people travelled back to their hometowns - people who caught the disease. This was happening in many places of the world. No one could contact family except if they went to visit them or wrote them notes, like the old fashion way. However, the couldn't have known if the family member they were writing to was dead or not. All throughout this very short, scary week, you heard screaming on the streets, murder was going all around, people were robbing other people's houses, hoping that jewelry would somehow be valuable even after this chaos. Men raped women, women raped men, people raped children, all while this disease was still going around killing millions of people. 

            Me and my older brother, Mitchell, were scared to death when all of this started, the day after my birthday. After all, I was only twelve, and my brother was only fifteen, so who can blame us? The next several years after this were...

            Wow...talking about it makes me relive it all again. These days were...disturbing. Worse. 

            Let's see.

            Where do I begin?