Every moment outside feels like you're on borrowed time and each gasp you muffle into your sleeve sounds like thunder against the stillness that surrounds you. It all seems so familiar like somewhere your parents might have taken you to as a child only now time and decay have a chokehold on it and are dragging everything into the same greyish mulch that's swallowed half the country already.
The rest of the world breaths great sighs of relief that the decay is consuming one minor island in an archipelago with a name nobody can ever remember but they still fear that it may be waterborne. You reckon it's more likely to be airborne with the way each step you take stirs up a small cloud of dust and god-only-knows-what.
If it's able to infect humans then you probably have it by now, lord knows how many others got it before you. Wherever you go it seems there's always a corpse or pile of corpses gradually being engulfed by the grey and while you hope you survive all of this, you pray you don't die alone and lost like so many hundreds of others have.
Though life as you knew it has come to a sharp halt, if not The End, you remain thankful that you'll die before it hits the rest of the world.
The rest of the world breaths great sighs of relief that the decay is consuming one minor island in an archipelago with a name nobody can ever remember but they still fear that it may be waterborne. You reckon it's more likely to be airborne with the way each step you take stirs up a small cloud of dust and god-only-knows-what.
If it's able to infect humans then you probably have it by now, lord knows how many others got it before you. Wherever you go it seems there's always a corpse or pile of corpses gradually being engulfed by the grey and while you hope you survive all of this, you pray you don't die alone and lost like so many hundreds of others have.
Though life as you knew it has come to a sharp halt, if not The End, you remain thankful that you'll die before it hits the rest of the world.
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