Invasion

Chapter 2: A Legacy Lost

December 10th, 2017

          News reached me today that the virus had spread both east and west towards Europe and Asia quite rapidly, this whole situation has been on my mind all night and it's killing me. Deprived of sleep i wandered out of bed and packed the last of my stuff then grabbed a quick whiskey before waking the others.

           My son is convinced we're all going on a long holiday for his birthday and i'd prefer to keep his mind on that subject. Everyone in the house is still, the house is so quiet you could hear a pin drop, I made a cup of tea and sat down, silently. The TV wasn't turned on that day for even a second, knowing that the news of the virus will be on every channel sickens me, if i have my last days i want to spend them happy, not couped up in a fucking miserable tension-filled front room.

            Lunchtime came and passed and still no one said a word, i tried to start conversation with my dad but he ignored it, it's like someone has flicked a switch and turned off their emotions completely. How can one bit of news effect a few people in soo many ways? I wonder what other families are doing and thinking? 

           My wife has finnaly come to her senses and is rallying up the family to get ready to leave for the airport before its too late, it's getting colder here as the hours go by, and im freezing. As the last of the bags are loaded up into the car a gust of harsh cold wind swoops down the street and blows all of us over, immediatly i check my wife and son to see if any damage has been done, they're fine and so is dad but mum has cut her knee, i rushed to get the bandages and wrapped it up to prevent infection, I'd never experianced such a strong gale of wind...

            As the car starts up i feel as if i'm leaving behind a legacy, my home where my family was born, raised and cared for, a part of me died that day knowing that ashes will be all that remains when i return... if i return...