falling down...
It was dark out—it always was these days. It was as if the fumes from our fallen citizens just collected in the sky, towering over us so as to not be forgotten. The plague was a nasty thing. Without any vaccine yet, it has taken over at least half of the world's population. It came quickly, too, but it took much longer to die. Some people demanded their death before the illness managed to steal their life away. I don't blame them. It comes very subtly at the beginning, with general flu-like symptoms, which make it hard to distinguish between the plague and the actual flu. This happens for about twenty-four hours and then you die. It's highly contagious, too. That's why we all wear gas masks. It's the only thing keeping us alive at the moment. You've gotta be careful when you take it off to eat. You never know if you're going to be the plague's next victim. There has been rising hysteria across the globe, people getting so scared that they imagine themselves feeling sick, and then people avoid them and try to kill them off before the disease spread once again... The only thing you can do is keep running and trying to survive. Surely someone somewhere has something that can save us.
falling down...