The Prophecy

The Waking

7:12 A.M

Most people are usually sleep at this time but me, no not me.

I'm an overachiever, late night parties, that's all I live for. My whole life so far has been the same thing, wake up, make breakfast, go out to party, then come home clean and sleep, then I do the same thing all over again. But this time, this one day something tragic happened. My name is Izzy Hall, and I'm the last known source alive that has the virus, this is how it began. I awoke with a slight dizziness, my hands were cold and limber. I could sense something moving in my upper right leg, I wasn't sure if I had been in an accident or just having a twisted nightmare. The hospital went silent, the kind of silence that would make you afraid to even breathe. On the other side of the door I could hear painful moaning, at that point I knew that something terrible had happened. But I don't even know who I am, or what I've done. There's a name on this wrist band, it says Izzy Hall. For the sake of my sanity I assumed that was me.

A little white paper on the doctor's counter drew my attention. I struggled to get to my feet, reaching out for the paper, as I pick it up its a letter to this Izzy person. It reads "Dear Izzy I'm doctor Richtofen, your probably wondering why your in a hospital, or maybe even who you are. Your memory isn't  completely gone, you can remember childhood memories at least. You were in a very very bad accident and will recover over great periods of time.  You are infected with a virus called Zombrex, Lucky for you your body is immune to it, most of us aren't so lucky. Your name is Izzy Hall, your 15 and very intelligent I know you can fix this dilemma. Sincerely Dr. Richtofen."

I wasn't sure how to respond to it at first. It's like the more I find out about myself and why I'm here the more pain I feel in my leg. maybe the virus is moving from my leg to my heart, or maybe I'm just delusional. I gotta get out of here, but where would I go? How would I survive? I think its time I bust out of here, I limped towards the creepy hospital door only to find out that I was the only living being in the hospital. I could sense the death and despair, Its like every minute I feel power pulsing through my veins.

As I open the door I see a man, sitting and waiting. I approach him, he seems normal but after the things I've experienced today I can't tell what's normal and whats completely extraordinary.

He looked up at me and said, "who are you? and where are you going?" my first reaction was to ignore him but of course he said it again "helloooo? did you not hear me? my name is Chris I need your help!"

this guy looked at me with pain and grief. I felt bad, I helped him up from his resting position. and threw him over my shoulder, he let out a quiet yelp. I then understood that he was a beat up man, not to beat up, he just seemed hurt in a emotional way.

We walked to the door at the end of the hallway. The hall grew silent, this time it was unnatural silence. We knew that no one was in the hospital, it was just too quiet. Chris then said "maybe everyone is dead". I mocked him in a rigorous tone, in a effort to comprehend what he was saying, I could hear my heart pounding. Chris could hear it as well, we thought it was nothing. Chris then asked me for my name, I panicked and told him anyway, my mom always told me not to talk to strangers. But Chris well hes a nice guy, I feel like I've known him forever. Just from his appearance I can tell that he was a jock, the worst kind of guys. But no he was different he wore a leather jacket with blue jean pants, his shoes had a slight scrap, like he had been wrestling a grizzly bear.

there was something I had to get off of my chest. I had to figure out if Chris was 17 or 15, he looks and dresses older but his attitude and personality just makes me wonder. He is truly a work of art, but I'd never have the guts to tell him. besides, who am I kidding? he doesn't like me. I gotta figure out myself before I can even think about a boy. He's probably gonna die anyway like every other person on this earth. But before I could finish my thoughts I got an awkward stare from chris, as if he could hear what I was thinking. We stared at each other for a moment, just gazing upon each other for a second I could almost hear him breathing. Which is weird since were outside with heavy winds blowing.

I could feel the wind moving all around me, as if I were in a whirl pool. What did this virus do to me? is all I could think, am I more intelligent like Dr. Richtofen said? Or am I something more? I can't tell, and Chris just keeps staring at me.