The Last Days

The Beginning

It's been a week since the dream but The images of the blood, the little girl, the man. I am scared. I am constantly telling myself 'Claire it's not real just calm down' but the dream just seemed so real. I pace around my room thinking. Thinking. I do this for about ten minutes when I give up and go downstairs.

"Claire, Play?" she holds out a Pink pony to me.

" Sure" I shrug my shoulders.

She runs up stairs and comes back with a big box of ponies. I pick one out and we play. I am the evil horse who trays taking the ponies hair but of course Ann easily stops me and puts me in jail. I stand up getting bored and flip on the Tv.

" The Reports are becoming come here in Africa. In a week we have a report of at least one hundred and fifty reports of this new mystery virus. We are still only up to only one death. We will keep you post if any new information comes out." The black reporter stares into the screen as it goes dark.

I stare at the Tv lost in thought. What happens if it comes to America. I think of what to come. I decide to clear my head by shooting some hoops. I quickly through on some basketball shorts and a sports bra. I stare at my self in the mirror. ' I am so white' I think out loud. I run downstairs and go to the garage looking for my Basketball. I quickly find it behind the lawn mower in the back. I walk while dribbling to my hoop. I shoot some Threes and practice my layups. I practice for two hours. I put my ball away and take a quick shower. I run up stairs changing into a graphic tee and some gray sweatpants. I lay on my bed and check my phone feeling tired. My eyes slowly close. Darkness overtakes me