Dying Intellect

By: ZeBoxelGaming

        I lay in bed the glow of my clock stretches from the corner of my eye, I glance over, 5:53. I sit and listen to the buzz of nothing around me. I reach over and lay my arm around my wife. The feel of cold takes over my hand. I sit up and feel my wife's arm once more. Freezing, I shake her. Nothing. I turn her to the ceiling. Terror fills my body and I turn away as her image bleeds through my mind. Darkness, her eyes. Black pits of nothing. Hell. I stand up and run to the door. As it swings open I fall back. Pain jolts up my spine as fear fills my mind with even more imagery. My son stands in the doorway. His cold dark eyes are dripping blood, Sadness. I turn my face to the ground and scream at the top of my lungs. I jerk awake... alone. I look over to see the other side of the bed. Empty and cold, untouched for weeks. I rip off my sweat covered shirt and toss it to the floor. I stand and look over to the window. The light from the morning sun shines through the dirt on the glass. As the images of my family fill my mind once more, I look away. Squeezing my eyes shut I try to push the images out of my mind as far as possible. Tears fill my eyes and I start to let out a sob.

        I walk up to the steps of the house. The thought of death fills my mind as I sit there thinking of who lived here just weeks before. I picture bodies strewn across the floor, pale and lifeless. Some people would be surprised to see them in this state. It feels like they have never changed. You would have never thought they were once alive. Happy, unthinking of what could happen in such a future for them. Why am I the lucky one? Should I say "lucky?" No. Probably not. I live in a lifeless hell. Full of nothing but regret. Agony and pain. I walk to the door... My instincts kick in and I knock. Knowing there will be no reply I grab the knob and turn it slowly waiting for something, or someone to come to the door. I open the door slowly and peak my head inside. I am just too paranoid. No. Wishful. Hoping that someone will reply as I yell "hello." But only my voice is there... and it fades... I swing the door open fast and hard as it hits the wall behind it... Anger fills my face. I walk into the house. A horrible smell washes over me. The smell of death, rotting, and forgotten corpses. At least thats what I think of when I smell this horribly common smell. I walk down a hall past a staircase and turn to what I think was the kitchen... Blood covered walls. The smell grows stronger and I start to gag. I pull my shirt over my face and enter the kitchen. A dog lays there. Dead. Knife stuck in its body. As if someone has gone insane and stabbed it to death. Thats most likely what happened. Because the disease didn't affect canines... I guess they are just too dumb for their brain to be taken over by a virus that made you hunger for death and blood.

        I step over the poor husky and walk around searching the cupboards for canned food and cereals. Everything refrigerated has gone bad and is inedible. Usually I find loads of food that is originally for a family of three or more, so I was surprised to see that this has already been ransacked and is empty. I have seen this a few times and I always think it means there are others... But there never are. It usually is just someone trying to survive because they have lasted longer than most. Which is only a day or more... But you can't hide from a disease that travels by air... Not if your unequipped for it. I sure wasn't. You may wonder why I am not insane or dead by now... Me too. I was told by my doctor I had a "Special" Cerebrum or the part of your brain that keeps you sane... and it fights off the disease and you are harder to be taken control of... So I couldn't be the only one right? Well... I hope. But so far that has been the case. After roaming the bottom of the house and finding nothing of use besides a few AA Batteries I head for the stairs. I stop at the bottom and stare up into the bright rooms. That once must have held a loving family. I walk up the stairs just listening to the creak as I look down at the carpeted slabs and think of what I may stumble across. I reach the top and look up. Four rooms line a wall. A door in front of me is slightly ajar and I push it open with my index finger. It creaks as it opens and it revels to be a room once fit for a toddler. Race cars line the walls with colorful logos of high named brands... Numbers fit the side of the cars as they drive around the square tracked walls. I turn and walk out expecting to find nothing in the room and I turn left down the hall.