Air Locked

After an airborne pandemic killed off more than three fourths of the population, humanity had to rise from the ashes. By the year 2222, the world has moved on (at least that's what they believe). I once fell prey to the generic, sentimental thought that we have overcome the tragedy too. But my eyes have been opened to reality and I cannot go back.

(A/N: Unfortunately, this story will not be the same as before. I, being an idiot, had deleted this story and did not have any previously saved drafts. To those who have already read the original, I am sorry. To those who have yet to read this, enjoy.)