The Beginning of the End

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The city had never been as grey and blue as it was this week. The sky looked so obscure and emotionless, as if it was a black hole and would suck everything off the awful ground we called home. We were going to die. Last week it was orange and blue, but now it was blue and grey. I feared for the day where the city would be black, and swallow us all, like the awful being it was. I knew that day would come very soon.

The beginning of the end was very present in my life. The demolished building showed how much the awful disease had taken control of our large city, that went by the name of New York City. Before the outbreak of the said 'incurable' disease, New York had a creamy, and rosy feeling, like the time where winter turns to spring, but now it was just an enormous blur of grey and blue, which turned a darker hue every day.

I missed my brother more every day, as he had been swallowed by the disease, and had left my mother in shambles. The dark cloud took her, too. I missed the conversations me and Zack, my brother, and I used to have. He understood what I meant when I couldn't put things into words. Then he would talk to me about why we couldn't afford to go to school and he would tell me that everything would be alright as long as I made mom proud. I'd never make her proud, now. I will never ever know what she's thinking now. I wonder if she's watching me right now, watching me think and eat beans out of a can that I had to fight for. I had to fight for a can of beans.

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Waking up, I gasped. My chest heaving quickly as I wheezed and coughed, feeling miserable, as ever. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to clear my mind of the awful thoughts I had last night. I didn't want to think about Zack. He was too important to my life to even think about. And it's not like I needed something to remind me of my only friend.

I come to my senses every morning, after breakfast, to remind myself of how helpless I really am. I break down and cry almost every morning.

Joshua William Dun was one of the best friends I ever had, besides my brother. He had a smile that lit up a room, and had sort of red and green aura about him. I loved him as if he were my second brother. He never took anything personally, and he laughed at my jokes. He seemed to always accept me for who I was. He is dead now as well, just like Zack.

I hope they think about me.

I hope they remember how much I care and love them.

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After eating and having my reflection moment, I decided to head out into the demolished city, which, at this point, reminded me of just a large, heaping pile of rock which I lived in. Some day, I would find a cure and I would prove everyone wrong.

Well, everyone that wasn't infected.