❝The Citrus Syndrome is just about the worst way there is to die.
It starts with the physical illness. Vomiting, chills, hot flashes, abdominal pains, fever, muscle aches, bleeding, coughing, fatigue, headache, nausea -- You name it, we've got it. Oh, rashes too.
At least it's not difficult to identify someone suffering from it. All the test subjects shared the same ashen complexion, same watery eyes and deteriorating bodies. It eats you from the inside out, until you crumble into nothing.
Sure, you might say, that's bad. But what makes this the absolute worse way to die?
The psychological stage.
You're lucky, if you don't make it that far. Hopefully, you just contract it and kill yourself or choke on your own vomit -- spare yourself the pain.
In our research, we were able to locate the part of the brain that first latches onto phobia. The part that holds your deepest fears, and where they came from. By far, the most dangerous part of the brain to mess with.
I was never present for the physical experiments. Ignorance is bliss, they say. I put my chemistry degree to good use, and that was all. I didn't want to see what happened to the test subjects. We had been convinced that everything happening at the facility was humane. But I wasn't so sure.❞
#235 in Science Fiction 2/12/17
Cover by @calebwhite13
If you told me when I was 14 that the last birthday party I was going to have was at a local pizza hut, I never would have believed you.
Looking back, before the infection ripped apart mine and billions of others families, I probably should have acknowledged those moments I shared with friends and family with more love than I did.
Now everyday was a mission just to be left breathing at the end of it. Not knowing why I was the only one in my family to be left with the torment of survival.
I had to rely on any prayers left in me that I wouldn't become food for the dead.