Grey, all that is in existence now. To the skies, to the ground, to the left, to the right. I snicker at the thought, am I suddenly poetic? As I walk past what use to be my bustling small town, I see grey. Cracked roads, street lights permantly off, broken glass, and boarded up shops and houses. I look to the sun, as a small orange glow busts through the grey. Already sun down. I need shelter.
It's the first time I've been to my small town in years. Almost unrecongnizable. I go to a local narcotics shop, or as the raiders called it, a "pharm" house. A pathetic attempt to put humour into a pathetic habit. I, with my simple camouflage cargo pants and shirt as well as steel toe combat boots, break through the boarded up front door with my crow bar. I look at the door, completely shattered from a past break in, I wonder who repaired it. I slowly step through the steel frame of the past door, over debree. My combat boots creating a shattering sound after I step onto glass, I curse myself and walk forward.
I see to my left and right, steel shelves knocked over and empty. Moldy containers and packaging scattered. It's dark by now, I need to re-seal the door. I quickly pull the flash light from out of my pocket, and use the crowbar to nail the ply wood back up. With very little light and alot of debree, I decide to keep my flashlight on, hopefully there are batteries.
After searching through the store finding nothing but trash, I decide to check out the back area, where all the "Rx" goodies will be. I walk over even more wrappers and climb over a number of shelves. I go up to a steel door labeled employees only. Funny, well thank God it's already been broke into, my crowbar wouldn't have standed a chance. After searching the medical bins I found a bottle of untouched painkillers hidden under a desk. A very high comidity indeed. I smirk gratefully.
Ever since the mutated rabies took over, life has been hell. For the first week, explosions, screams, and gunshots filled the air. Then it started to quiet down. The hosts started to die, but there are still plenty of infected. An infected person will get it through contact by body fluids of any kind. The initial symptoms are flu-like, like the original strain of rabies. Causing no panic intially. But then, the photo-phobia and hydrophobia set in. Any liquid put into their mouth would be rejected due to painful throat spasms, and a response of foam. They would be easily angered and go into phases of insanity due to the swelling of the brain. Then they would lie down, and go into a coma, and die. But not for long, the new strain reanimated the host to spread this forsaken plague, but only for a month, when the hosts brain and organs rot.
I am alone. Any family of mine was infected. I was lucky I had bought a gas mask and filters thinking it was cool, now I know it was a lucky break. The bottle of pain killers says June 17th, 2014. Six years ago. The last day of non rabies infection.
I see a glimmer, behind the desk. Something I can't even remember. It reflects like water, but crystal clear. Why is everything shaking. What's going on? There's a pounding in my head. I look at the object and see a scraggly figure, seventeen, black hair, slight beard. Wait it's me. "Aghhh" I scream. I step back. BOOM! I then watched myself die. Explode into thousands of pieces. Organs scattered, an eyeball flies and spatters all over a door.
"Come on bro! A raider mine! Well welcome back, Dean Trento."
