Love is the Plague

Something new in life

Its been 6 years since the plague has been out. More people are dying, I am now 20 years of age and I am still not infected but it seems everyone else is. I was sitting inside of my house which of course I was writing in my book for how many deaths that has occurred of the years I talked to myself "Five children, sixteen adults, and" I stopped when I hear a body dropped outside of my door, of course I looked out to see another child and her baby lying dead in the street. I scribbled out the words to re-wright: 'Six children, seventeen adults and 30 elderly.' I went back to the first page where the first doctor wrote its last will, I stared at it but slammed the book closed getting up on my old sofa and heading to the door putting on my mask. I opened my door and walked down the street that was littered with bodies of families and elders. I tried not to notice that one of the women had a pearl necklace, I walked over to them and started to unhook the chain but was stopped when a rush of a grip held onto my glove tightly then hearing a raspy voice of sorrow, "Please help!" I jumped back breaking the necklace and watched the woman fall back down from death. I got up and dusted myself off quietly almost feeling sorry for her. But I understand that it was her time to leave the world. I picked the pearl necklace up and stared at it for almost 5 minutes before placing it into my bag and walking back down the brick road thinking of a song  making this adventure a little more exciting. "Follow the yellow brick road.. Follow the yellow brick road, Follow the yellow brick road, Follow, follow, follow, follow,Follow the yellow brick road." I hummed to myself snapping my fingers quietly, "Follow the rainbow over the stream, Follow the fellow who follows a dream, Follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow the yellow brick road." I continued crossing a bridge then looking over at the dark murky water seeing 5 bodies float under, I took my book out and wrote the numbers down sighing softly and stopping at my song. And looking at the many bodies I thought to myself, "Who would think I would be the last." I closed my book and called it a day walking back home. I never passed that bridge, I'm to afraid to leave my grounds and possibly get lost in this sicken place. I finally made my way home, I opened the wooden door and placed my bag as well as my book on the small table beside the sofa. 

<I will be working more on this along the way, I'm sorry that I had to leave it like this! I'm just blocked on what else to do>