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"Twisted" FateThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Wally | |
| Monday, 10 March 2008 | |
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Share it:      two three BOOM, each hit hurt far more than the last. At times my sight would fade in and out like bad reception on a television, it wouldn’t last too long but it wasn’t helping matters much at all. I know right now, that there isn’t much time left. I’m starting to get dizzy, and I’m bleeding a bit from my nose. And my skin feels so tender and...strange right now. Certain parts of it even burning, trying to ease the sensation with water or something cold only made matters worse... I’m not doing that again. On October 31st, my city was given a special Halloween surprise. Death himself came to visit us in the from of a biological agent, released by some terrorist group from god knows where. Seems no one was expecting an attack from them, Gov. too busy messing around with others in the Middle East. Anyway, my city was quickly quarantined. While those who were more susceptible to the virus were within a couple of hours bleeding profusely and screaming in utter pain on the streets, escapees from the city trying not to be next were shot on sight by The Guard. And while all this was going on, our great and ever vigilant president reassured us from his cabin where he had gone fly fishing cause, “I had nothing better to do,” that God himself said everything would work out and not to panic... And that sometime today our Chief was destined to catch “the big one”. From bad it went to worse. As it turns out the ones that died early were the lucky ones. The virus had four stages. The ones that were susceptible to the virus jumped ahead to stage three when they died. However, I, and others like me, who for some reason weren’t as susceptible would go through each and every single stage of the virus before the end. I’m now on stage 2, coming close to stage three and then four- that’s when our organs start to boil and our insides turns to mush. The description of stage four alone had people jumping from buildings, and blowing their brains out right there and then. Being the good catholic that I am, and knowing I couldn’t use a gun to save my life, let alone end it, I decided to at least try to save myself. As I prepared for the task at hand, my head began to pound. I found the aspirin my girlfriend kept around here but little good it did. I could never open the container because of the child proof lock, my girlfriend always had to get the pills out for me. So I left for the street, walking aimlessly looking for any type of medical place I could find. Any medical facility still intact or had staff alive at the moment all said the same thing, they could do nothing for me or themselves. I knew deep inside it was hopeless, but I just had to keep trying. As I started to make my way over the bridge that led to the other side of the city, I came across a limo. It was one of many cars found all over the road and blocking the exit, making it impossible to drive. It appeared to have been in an accident. The big wig in the back was dead, one of the susceptible ones. The driver seemed dead as well until he called out for me. He told me who he was, and that he was the driver for the mayor of the city. They were trying to get to the bunker, set up for situations like these, but obviously couldn’t make it. What he said next is the reason I’m walking half way across the city. He told me that there was a cure for the virus that is crippling the city, that the bunker was stocked full of it, and that there was enough food and water to supply the mayor and staff with so that they can govern until the crisis was over. He then gave me directions to the bunker, and more importantly, how to get in. He then wished me luck, and died. I walked for about an hour until, finally, I was at the site of the bunker. Making my way into the building and down the stairs I came to a door. Taking the key card I got from the driver, I slid it through the reader and the door whooshed and slid open. I went straight to the medical area, going as fast as I could in my condition. I was going to live, I was going to make it! I was going to have a second chance at life and hopefully, put this whole awful ordeal behind me. I found a manual by the medicines that one was to look up and match the type of symptoms he had to figure out what exactly they were infected with and what medicines to take. I quickly found the virus and the antidote for my cure, and where it was kept. I then took it out of the cabinet, never in my life had I been so happy. I began to turn the top and...it wouldn’t come off. I tried again and again to get it to open, using all the strength I had, and it still wouldn’t open. Now in tears and on the floor I wouldn’t, and couldn’t, give up. Neither would the bottle, for it still refused to open. And that was when I noticed the child proof lock.... The End. Copyright 2008 Wally |
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