It had spread so quickly, no one saw it coming. It was a virus so no one could exactly see it. Many have died because of it. It wasn't deadly or anything, people just didn't get to experience being cured. The FBI made sure to kill the victims as soon as the symptoms hit them. No one knows why, but I do. I'm just a man that loves adventure and more than anything, desires peace.
I was out camping when I started experiencing the symptoms. It started off with itching. Out in the wild, I thought it was due to the mosquitos. After that, the skin crawling and body aches began. I was too deep in peace to pay heed to such things.
Finally, after four days the pain hit with full force. I was enjoying tea by a little pond when I felt a sharp pain in my head. It felt as if someone hit my head with a baseball bat. The pain creeped through my body and soon my body was on fire. Not the figurative kind but the literal fire.
Flames sprouted from my skin, I was burning up from the inside. The pain was excruciating and unbearable, soon blackness took over my senses. Yes I died but somehow I lived. I had opened my eyes some time later. I had no idea how much time had passed.
Looking down at myself I saw my clothes perfectly intact and thankfully my body was perfectly fine too. I was so confused. Was it all a dream? Did mosquitos drink my blood out until I started hallucinating? So many questions yet no answers. While I questioned what had happened, a man walked into my peripheral vision. He held a gun in his hand and was pointing it right at me. Looking at his uniform, I concluded that he belonged to the FBI.
Why on earth was he all alone? I thought the FBI hunted in packs.
"Get Up, hands behind your back!" the man commanded.
I did as I was told, a bit sceptical. "Why exactly are you pointing a gun at me?" I questioned.
"You're one of the infected."
Well that had definitely cleared all of my confusion. Can this man elaborate?
As if reading my mind, the FBI agent spoke up.
"You're a weapon that, if ever used, can alter the course of history. You're an instrument of destructive power than no one should be allowed to wield. You need to be killed before you become powerful enough to manipulate someone's mind. If you are not killed, you'll gain power over the government and that is not allowed. The person that gets affected by the current virus can manipulate a person's mind to do as they please. Therefore I have to kill you"
The guy clocked his gun and aimed it at me.
My fear froze me in place. In my head I was begging myself to wake the frick up so I could run. Before the agent could shoot at me, an unknown force hit the man causing him to hit the tree next to him and fall to ground. The man's body lay limp. In the agent's previous place stood a little girl. I assumed she was 10 years or so.
"My name's Cristal. I'm an infected. I overheard you guys so I decided to help you out. I know you're in shock but I'll explain all later, we need to get out of here before more arrive."
I still stood in shock and slight fear, mouth wide open.
The girl let out a sigh of annoyance, "I guess you don't get the memo, we need to move quickly"
Did her words make me snap out of it, finally? Yes, a little. I nodded at her and bent down to pick up my backpack containing my goods.
"Great, follow me Mister." The little girl turned on her heals and started making her way through the woods. I stared down at the man and finally started following Cristal.
I hope she knows what she is doing because currently the only adult is far from proper functioning. Hopefully we figure out what's going on cause I'm still a confused bean.
This was how the hunt for the infected started and how the virus was called the Coronavirus.
