When The Death Becomes Certain (Virus BOOK 1)

CHAPTER 3

They were alike, they were. Both predators, both dangerous and both vain. And they each found the other fascinating."
― Kady Cross

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We, humans, have always lived an uncertain life, having no clue about what would happen in the future and we continue living in uncertainty, this virus makes it no different. We are still uncertain of what happens next. The only certain thing is, once you are infected then you die at the end of 2 weeks if you are not dead before that due to unforeseen incidents.

I arrive at Hart street, driving pass the houses, it was a very desolate yet wealthy area. I reach the end of the street where a house had postal no. 06095, clearly this is the one. I park my car in the drive way, besides an already parked modified Hennessey Venom GT. This guy is loaded. I turn off my car and put on my mask, taking all my files with me I get off and saunter towards the main door. I ring the doorbell and it was answered after a few minutes by a guy wearing glasses, He had a mask on. He rocked the look of striped shirt and pants without looking like a nerd.

"Hi, I'm Sierra, I wanted to meet Ryder D'Alto" I went straight to the point while he brought a machine to check my health as it beeped green. he moved aside letting me pass and enter a normal looking house.

"Follow me." Is all he said while guiding me through the house to some shabby looking door in the kitchen.

He opened the door and gave me brisk instructions, "Go through this tunnel and you will find staircase at the end of it, climb to the top and someone will receive you at the end."

Ok. Nothing weird just a secret tunnel in a normal American house. Great.

He stood by for me to pass by and aided me a torchlight as he slammed the door shut behind him.

I walked down the staircase and breathed out through the mechanical mask. What? did you think we would use a flimsy hospital mask for hygiene against the deadly virus?

These masks were sort of like the ones used when there is some harmful gas.

I trudge towards the other end and by the time I've reached the end I was a mess covered in sweat that dripped off me, and no it didn't look alluring to sight.

I walk up the steps and knock on the door, it opens quite immediately and I walk in and slump on the counter beside me. I've walked in an underground tunnel for more than 10 minutes in a facemask. No, it is not a piece of cake!

I look up to see a group of people around me, I straighten up immediately.

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Word count: 475
Updated on: 25 January 2020