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Viral: The Infection BeginsVIRAL: FIRST INFECTION
Three weeks since first documented case
"Police are warning citizens to-"
"Unconfirmed cases are occurring all over the USA-"
"-Believed to be caused by-"
Connor sat on the sofa, TV remote in one hand, beer in the other, feeling downright miserable. A month ago his wife had left him, taking his only son with him. Soon after, he lost his job. Since then , he had sat down, drinking beer and watching TV all day, while he wallowed in self-pity. That is, until there was a knock on the door. Getting up slowly, he started to walk to the door. A man's voice shouted on the other side.
"God, they're getting closer! If there's anyone there, please let me in!"
Connor opened the door and a tired man in a torn suit stumbled in.
"Thank you, man, I thought I was gonna die." He wheezed, out of breath.
"Die? From what?" Connor asked, bewildered.
"You haven't heard?"
"Some kind of disease has spread across the United States! I don't know much about
A list of signs that prove you're going insaneTHE SIGNS THAT PROVE THAT YOU ARE GOING INSANE:
Everyone you meet appears to have tentacles growing out of places that you wouldn't expect tentacles to be growing from.
You start out each morning with a 30-minute jog around the bathroom.
You write to your mother in Germany every week, even though she sends you letters from Iowa asking why you never write.
Every time you see a road sign, you have a tremendous urge to relieve yourself on it.
You wear your boxers on your head because you heard it will ward off evil dandruff spirits.
You're always having to apologise to your neighbour for setting fire to his garden ornaments.
Every advert you hear on the radio reminds you of death.
People stay away from you whenever they hear you howl.
Your breath smells more and more like squirrel dung each passing day.
Nobody listens to you anymore, because they can't understand you through that scuba mask.
You begin to stop and consider all of the blades of grass you've stepped on as a child, and worry
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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