The thing is that this Ebola virus was actually adapted. The regular one would just get you infected and kill. It is easy to get it and easy to prevent getting it. This new strain well to put it simply, it's main objective is to get as many hosts as possible before ending that hosts life. when that person dies, the leak a large amount of blood out of every hole in your body making it easier to catch it. Your eyes, ears, mouth, nose, nipple etc will bleed.
The next four cases were reported. Each person died within 5 days of catching the virus, then a break news story happened. It said what no one had wanted to hear "The Ebola virus has no become either airborne or water borne. It has not been confirmed which one but. Please keep away from the infected, the blood touch skin could even cause you to catch the virus"
more people became infected and with panic I started to buy supplies, water, food, medical gear. It seemed no one was doing what I was doing. I called up my parents last night and asked them to prepare themselves for an epidemic. They just said I was being silly.
Eventually over 20,000 people were infected and were now walking the streets. Blood trails ran all over London. It had not hit where I lived yet and I was on the outskirts of London so I wasn't that far away. People here just carried on with their lives as if there was actually nothing threatening them. One night I fell asleep not knowing that my whole life would be changed in a few hours. As usual I would fall asleep with the Tv on and wake up at 2am to relieve my bladder and turn the Tv off. But this time I didn't wake because my bladder was aching but a scream. I jumped out of my bed and ran to my window, a woman was in the middle of the street; she looked straight down at the floor. I could hear her husband mumbling a few things at her, telling her to come back inside. Their children Sam and Alice both stood in the door way sobbing gently, the woman started to shake uncontrollably like she was laughing. My attention turned to the fact it was raining when I had gone to bed but a new puddle seem to have formed round the woman's body. She looked up at her husband and let out a loud sorrowful scream. It was shown, on her night gown was a rich red liquid. Her eyes were clouded with blood and fell from their sockets. She was falling apart right at that second in time, I held my mouth as i felt a little vomit travel up. I backed away from the window as the woman bit her husbands neck before she collapsed into a rigid corpse.
after going to the toilet, I walked back to my bedroom. But I had no chance of sleeping tonight. The army came not long after the incident. The brought the man out into the middle of the road and shot him square between the eyes. Another two shots were hear, I instantly assumed that the children had been dealt with. The left after torching the house and washing the street down. I watch the embers of the Georgian house and thought 'the world has gone to shit and I am in the middle of it.'
I awoke about 12pm, a smoky smell had polluted my house. The burnt husk of the house was left and I could see the bodies of the children and their father amongst the ash and fallen beams. I got dressed and made a trip to the bank. I got every single penny out and went to the nearest shop, again there was no one out and about; even some of the staff weren't there. I got as much as I could before getting off home. On the way home I saw three bodies in the street, on of the bodied crawled towards the middle of the road. A driver clipped the edge of her skull and killed her instantly The woman came to a stop and got out of her car. She started scream at the top of her lungs, blood started flowing out of nose and ears. Her baby in the back cried also, tears flooded to my eyes. I got home as quickly as I could and got into the house with all supplies in one go. I bolt locked the door and walked up stairs after packing away everything. I walked into my bedroom and sat at the window as I listened to the TV. I was so shocked and I wish it was all a dream. I woke up the next morning with my head against the window. There was about 20 people in the street; all in a circle looking at one point. One of the men shuffled to the side and I could see a young girl about the age of 13 gurgling as blood flowed out of her mouth. she had no legs and one usable arm. she crawled towards the nearest man and spat another mouth full of blood at him. He screamed about a minute later, falling onto the floor clawing at his eyes. blood leaked out of him and the he died not long after. I was so angry, they were just standing there looking at this girl. she went rigid and died, she had left a trail of blood behind her; leaving a mark on this world. One of the guys in the group got close to her and took a powerful kick to her head. Even me inside I heard the crack of the girls skull. This had got way too much and any food that I had that day evacuated me.
The next few days nothing happened. A few bodies more clean up and more infection. It was now taking the average person 10 days to died. It had infected the UK, USA and most of Europe. My mother and brother had caught the disease and died on the same day. My father I had called not long after the young girl incident, he had told me all this information and now was on his way to me. It had been about 2 hours from the phone call but the sudden lack of sleep hit me. So with a stupidity I decided to sleep.
Just before I went to bed I listen to the news. " Your best shot is to stay inside, do nothing. The army has failed, the government has failed and science has failed. I am afraid to report this will be the last news update and I hope those who are alive God will protect your soul" thoughts again drifted 'The world has given up and we have all been left alone with the world so damaged. I just wish it would end quickly and it would all go back to normal'
I woke up to my father shouting up the stairs. I had left the door unlocked and he was able to come in with ease. He wasn't doing that well and looked like death warmed up to me. He claimed he was fine but I knew that he had caught the disease. I am just glad he got home to me in, although I knew it was too late, 8 days after he arrived he died. I burnt his body and have cried ever since. I had caught the disease 12 days ago and I have started bleeding yet but I know I have it so I am going to overdoes on pills. There is no hope for the human race. I know this because yesterday knowing I had nothing to lose, I walked and walked. No one was even around, not even the infected all were dead in heaps on the floor. No fresh blood was spilt on the floor, all blood stains were old and brown. All hope is lost...
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