Post by Guarez on Jul 23, 2007 9:42:15 GMT
July 23, 2007
It's been about two years now since the Plague first hit Dulston. I remember that Saturday morning like it was yesterday. I woke up on the edge of my bed with a mean hangover and a phone number written on the palm of my left hand. I don't know who's number it was exactly, but it's a shame that I never got to call it. The night before was a blur, and the taste of stale beer still lingered in my mouth. I thought about staying in bed for a few more hours, but was instead aroused by the smell of frying bacon and eggs. Nothing cures a hangover like a good breakfast and a little dosage of Saturday morning cartoons. But before I could do anything I had to answer to the call of nature. After I relieved myself, I made my way down the stairs as fast as my aching head would let me. It wasn't until I was half way down the stairs when I noticed the sweet aroma of fat frying on the griddle turned to an acrid, burning smell. I arrived in the kitchen to see that the food was left unattended for some strange reason, so I turned the flame off and served myself. Before I sat down at the table I left the kitchen in search of my missing family. I discovered them in the living room with shocked expressions on their faces, and they were so focused on the TV that they didn't even seem to notice me stepping into the living room. I then took a seat on the arm of the couch and joined them, although I wished I hadn't. What I saw displayed upon the television screen is burned into the back of my mind. It was a live feed from somewhere in Illinois (I can't remember the name). There was a little boy being ripped from his mother's arms by some men in military uniform. Giving commentary on the report was a woman, although she wasn't in sight as the shot remained focused on the scene. She said something about an outbreak of some type of rabies, and that there were unconfirmed reports of the bodies of the recently deceased reanimating and acting in very violent ways coming in. The last thing she said was that the city has been under quarantine since three AM this morning before another man in military uniform grabbed the camera and then the screen turned to static. As the news channel went into a standby mode, I looked at my mom and said, "I love you". And on that day, the heavens wept.
Aaro "Glass Jack"
It's been about two years now since the Plague first hit Dulston. I remember that Saturday morning like it was yesterday. I woke up on the edge of my bed with a mean hangover and a phone number written on the palm of my left hand. I don't know who's number it was exactly, but it's a shame that I never got to call it. The night before was a blur, and the taste of stale beer still lingered in my mouth. I thought about staying in bed for a few more hours, but was instead aroused by the smell of frying bacon and eggs. Nothing cures a hangover like a good breakfast and a little dosage of Saturday morning cartoons. But before I could do anything I had to answer to the call of nature. After I relieved myself, I made my way down the stairs as fast as my aching head would let me. It wasn't until I was half way down the stairs when I noticed the sweet aroma of fat frying on the griddle turned to an acrid, burning smell. I arrived in the kitchen to see that the food was left unattended for some strange reason, so I turned the flame off and served myself. Before I sat down at the table I left the kitchen in search of my missing family. I discovered them in the living room with shocked expressions on their faces, and they were so focused on the TV that they didn't even seem to notice me stepping into the living room. I then took a seat on the arm of the couch and joined them, although I wished I hadn't. What I saw displayed upon the television screen is burned into the back of my mind. It was a live feed from somewhere in Illinois (I can't remember the name). There was a little boy being ripped from his mother's arms by some men in military uniform. Giving commentary on the report was a woman, although she wasn't in sight as the shot remained focused on the scene. She said something about an outbreak of some type of rabies, and that there were unconfirmed reports of the bodies of the recently deceased reanimating and acting in very violent ways coming in. The last thing she said was that the city has been under quarantine since three AM this morning before another man in military uniform grabbed the camera and then the screen turned to static. As the news channel went into a standby mode, I looked at my mom and said, "I love you". And on that day, the heavens wept.
