Chaper 6

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I heard a weak sound of music.
Classical music.

My eyes were still closed, I just wanted to listen to the beautiful symphony. I turned off my brain for a while, and just listened.
After a few minutes I opened my eyes. A bright, strong light hit my face. As a reflex I grimaced and closed my eyes quickly.
I tried again.
I opened my eyes slowly.
In some seconds my eyes got used to the light.
Was I in heaven?

No.
I saw a shadow move in the room.
Was I in hell?

No.
The shadow came closer.
It was a human.
And I was alive.

My pupils got miles big and the shock in my body overwhelmed me.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, just to be sure.

"Hello there." A male voice said.
He looked like being over 50 years old. He had grey hair, a big belly and neutral colours on his clothes.

I tried to talk but my tongue wouldn't move.

"Oh, right. You will be fine soon. I promise." Said the man and sat down. He handed me a pen and paper.
"Here you go. We can comunicate through this."
I placed the pen on the paper and started writing.

"Where. Am. I...?"He slowly read word for word.
"Well, I found you on the floor in the apartment-building. You were still breathing so I carried you to my apartment. I was a doctor before so I have some of the medicines and tools left.

I wrote a sentence. "Before what?"
The words I wrote woke something cold up inside of his eyes.
I froze.
"The sickness." His voice had been changed to a cold and stubbern tone.
"What kind of sickness?" I wrote.
His face hardened.
"A sickness that killed my wife, my children, my family. The whole city."
My stomach got filled up with a big hole and I felt the puke coming.
I bended over. My stomach was now completely empty.
I caughed.
"Try to speak."
"Hello..." I weak, thin voice came from my mouth.
"I can speak."
"You can speak."
"I'm alive."
"You're alive."

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