I wake up breathing heaving, like I had just run a marathon. Oh wait. I did. The dream keeps recurring EVERY NIGHT. It does get a little annoying not being able to control it, but I get used to it because it's the only time I get to see my parents.
They died a few months ago with the rest of the world. The sickness took over them.
All the people that could cure it, died before they could help... Or come up with a name. Around here we call it "The Trojan".
It is a sickness in disguise.
There are five stages to The Trojan:
1: light cough (which in some cases is just a cold)
2: always out of breath after little exercise
3: never hungry or thirsty; eat and drink very little
4: fall to the ground, paralyzed from neck down
5: death
This ranges as long as you can fight it. Most people give up early because they know there isn't a cure.
Basically, at first you think it is harmless but then... BAM! You are struck dead.
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Hi. My name is Frankie. I am one of the last people on Earth.
My parents died of The Trojan, and so did everyone, well except for 12.
This is who is surviving:
1-me
2-Sierra (my best friend)
3-Taylor
4-Joy (diagnosed with The Trojan, stage 2)
5-Casey
6-Jessica
7-Mark
8-John
9-Paul
10-Elliot (diagnosed with The Trojan, stage 3)
11-Will
I can't.. I just can't.. This person is my sole hate, my despiser, my only hate, my.. I will stop. You get the point. I guess I will just say it.
12-....ugh... Zach(unfortunately not diagnosed with The Trojan)
Zach. Zaaaaaach. Even the name I hate. He always plays and is never serious. TRYING TO SURVIVE HERE! A LITTLE HELP PLEASE???!!!
I would go on about him, but this is a SHORT story... So best not to.
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Adventure*COMPLETED* Recently a plague, called The Trojan, has struck people around the world. They are losing their lives while the ones they love also struggle beside them. Young and old. Dead. Frankie has lost her friends and family by The Trojan, except...
