Plague

*Sorry for any typos or mistakes*

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Xander POV

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It's been hell since the plague broke out; men and women stealing from each other, small children having to fend for themselves, and the plague victims... I shudder at the thought of them. What have we done to bring this gruesome fate on us? I mean, I know the United States have been a total wreck the last few years before the plague began, but is that really enough to make us deserve this?! Like most of the kids around here, I'm alone. I can take care of myself though, at 16 I should be able to, but I wish that my mom and dad were here, helping me, supporting me. I know they are silly wishes when there is a deadly plague spreading insanely fast, but I can't help but wish they were here. They plague took them when I was 14, I had to learn how to fend for myself, making sure I stayed safe and away from the plague, making sure I stayed alive. Sometimes I dream about the times before the plague; we were such a happy family, now it's just me. It's so hard to watch your own friends and family go through the pain and suffering of the plague and know that you can't do anything to help them. The plague is like a new method of torture, it has 3 steps. The first step is you start scratching your skin, feeling like there is bugs crawling just under the surface. Next these bumps break out all over your skin; they look like pimples but they are far from it, they turn different colors and that's how you know that the plague is progressing. First they turn blood red, next they turn a deep maroon color, then a dark grey, and finally black. Once they get to black, you know that the end is near for you. After the bumps get black, they burst open and leak a fluid that when it comes into contact with your flesh, it starts to corrode it away, taking muscles and tendons until all that's left is the bone. Once the fluid touches your skin, it sinks in and spreads throughout your entire body. It is pure agony to go through, and if you have it, you become isolated; everyone ditches and avoids you for fear of catching the plague. The worst part is that this new plague can kill you in just 2 weeks. All of the scientists and plague specialists couldn't even start on a cure because they had nowhere to start. The plague appeared out of nowhere, spreading like wildfire, until almost everyone was infected and killed. Now anyone who could have saved us, is dead. No one has any hope anymore, and I'm barely hanging on. Maybe I should try to find a cure; it would be better than sitting around on my damn ass, waiting for the plague to claim me as its newest victim; but where to start?

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Emerson POV

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I hate my life. I caught the plague not too long ago, but I know that I'm going to die. There is no cure for the plague that just started taking lives out of nowhere. I'm in the beginning stages of the plague, but I don't let that delude me; I'm going to die. Everyone who is infected with the plague dies, and so will I. I'm sorry if I'm becoming a pessimist, but when you know you are just about a week and a half away from death, you start to get a gloomy view on life. I have no hope left, not even the slightest bit. Well... maybe I do, but it's only a thread of hope, barely there. I just wish that someone could come in with some cure that try found and save me. It's shallow I know, but if you were in my position you would wish the exact same thing. At night when I'm asleep, sometimes I dream about someone saving the world from the plague. The person in my dreams is a maybe 15 year old, lanky guy with black hair and the survival instincts of an animal. I wish that he was real; maybe he could save me and be my knight in shining armor... Yes I'm gay; it's actually accepted these days. I know there was a time before when gays weren't accepted but that's not now. I just wish he was real... That guy from my dream, I wish my knight in shining armor was real.

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Author's notes

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Should I continue this?