OkVibes14
"Til Death do us part." Well I think either Death died or retired, because these things are far from dead or alive.
I believed the news people when they said the virus was under control. But then more and more people were dying. People who had trusted those reports. So I changed my trust to survival instincts and now here I am. In a camp.
Some cure to cancer this was.
Teaser: I thought the things just drop dead and come back up. All I knew was that their hearts stop beating and the virus corrupts their heart and some of the brain, taking control. Oh, but it's so much more painful.
First, the scab of my bite mark began to itch. I casually scratched it, but the sensation grew. I scratched and scratched, but the itchiness got worse and worse, then sensation almost unbearable. My nails had ripped out the scab and began taking skin back as well, blood oozing from the spot. Still, I scratched on.
The virus began battling my heart, and I felt the aching in my chest. I would have felt that pain, until the migraine hit. I clenched my head, my knees buckling to the ground. The pain made me want to bash my brains out to end the pain.
And then the virus won me over.
||| This story was inspired by the author's love for sci-fi. All characters, arcs, etc. Are original. Of similar to other stories, please reach out and proper credits will be given. |||