Apocalypse 101: Senior Year
kgirl0822
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It started out with the flu. A fever, chills, and muscle aches. You'd be bedridden, fed soup by your mother and your friends would bring you the school work that you'd missed. You would take some medicine; Antibiotics, cold medicine. Then you would be healthy enough after a few days to go back to school. All better.
Except with this, you didn't get better. You only got worse. Your body only got cold and there weren't enough blankets in the world to make you warm again. You would get hot. The fever would burn you out. Worse than any cold imaginable. The sweat would drench your clothes and would just be disgusting.
There was no treatment either. No medicine or spell would cure this disease. Family could only make you comfortable.
Then you die. Cold, dead, and flatlined. The doctor would say you died and cover your head with the blanket and prepare you for the morgue.
But within those hours, while they all prepare for your departure you are waking up. Death would reverse. The motor cells in the brain would kick in again and you'd wake up. You'd wake up hungry and attack whatever is in front of you. Dead or alive.