Beck Rasputin's day was not going very good.
First he woke up and found a ton of nasty stuff in his mom's bedroom, then, upon leaving to find his older friend, had stumbled upon a very enticing newspaper article on the dining room table.
It said: Realizing that the newest generation is immune to this virus, we need to take action and remove all the sick from their homes. This is a mandatory announcement, anyone who does not obey this instructions will be removed from their home. Do not resist, we must keep the nation alive through the immune.
Naturally, the article was torn, and Beck couldn't find any of the remaining pages explaining what had happened to his mom.
He ran out of the house to check on his friend and the house was empty. He was starting to get worried. He ran over to main street and stood in the middle of the two-lane road. It was as if cars had never driven there. He turned in circles in the middle of the street, why am I not getting run over?
He had never been more anxious and confused in his life. He heard a cough.
His head snapped to the left. Their was an adult, a woman, stumbling out of the alley and into the street. Something was very wrong.
“Hey!” Beck yelled, waving his arms. “HEY!” She still paid him no attention. She was coughing hard now, falling against the wall and clutching her throat.
“HEY!”
He started running just as she hacked, and something red and sticky flew out of her mouth. He skidded to a stop just in front of whatever had come out of her. Cough. There was blood, coming out of her mouth and nose. Cough. She hacked up another wet thing, this time it landed on his face.
Cough.
Her body snapped in a sickening crack, like a gunshot, and her back arched into a violent, unnatural c-shape. She literally coughed her lungs up. She collapsed to the ground and began to thrash and spasm. Beck was finally ripped out of his shock and sprinted to her side, slapping her face and yelling ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?
She was obviously dead, but Beck continued to waste his time. He sat back on his feet and rubbed his face. Virus, immune. The adults must carry the disease, but some kids, like him, must be immune.
The sun slipped above the horizon, casting brilliant rays across the bloody scene. Ironic, in a weird way.
Beck looked back at the body. Today is only the beginning.
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