I do not intend to offend anyone with this story. My political beliefs may be different from yours; my personal experiences may be different from yours. It doesn't matter. Don't like, don't read. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 The sky was...fitting. Red. The Sun. A beautiful, violent ball of fire sinking below the horizon, tingeing the clouds pink and purple, like bruises, and the rest red. Just red. Sitting by the window on the 50th floor of the Bank of America tower in New York City, I felt normal for just one painstaking moment. The office door twenty feet behind me shuddered as one of them struck it. The flimsy door wouldn't last long. I took one last look at the sun, and then one of the "pigs" burst in. He had used his head as a battering ram, and now congealed blood trickled down his face. His mouth was agape, and the blood ran in rivulets around his lips, met his puffy, purple lower lip, and washed over his teeth. He was covered in something that looked and smelled like ****, and he wore a janitor's uniform. I noticed the Bank of America ID somehow still attached to his shirt pocket, and remembered back to the night I burned mine. Can't believe that was only six months ago. Feels like a different lifetime. He charged, a guttural yell far from human ripping from his throat - as I swung my axe and removed his head from his shoulders. His body contined to fall towards me, and I stepped out of the way, careful to avoid looking at the blood. I hate blood. Sticky, hot blood. I'm entirely aware of why I don't like it, but it doesn't help the problem. Face your fears, right? Bullshit. I walked towards the open door, and carefully stuck my head out. Dark hallway in both directions. I was surprised. Those that are infected tend to stick together. I've never understood that, but its a fact. He must've been trapped on this hallway, the building automatically locked itself when the **** hit the fan. Me breaking in probably woke him up. Yeah, the ****ers sleep. That is the one thing that they have left that reminds me they were just like me not that long ago. The pigs like him still sleep. Him. ****, its not human. Not anymore. At least, not human in any sense I'm used to. I looked back over my shoulder, saw the dark pool under him. I then decided it was time to find a different room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A(H1N1) is a subtype of influenzavirus A and the most common cause of flu in humans. In 1918 50 - 100 million people died from strains of the flu virus. In 2006 half of all reported flu infections were of the H1N1 strain. The H1N1 strains are common in birds, pigs, and humans. In April and May of 2009, several laboratory confirmed cases of H1N1 related deaths were confirmed throughout Mexico, and then it went north to the US and Canada. No one died outside of Mexico from the virus. Not at first. For awhile, it even seemed like the flu was nothing to worry about, despite the initial hype brought about by the media. Then things changed. The virus mutated. -------------------------------------------------------------- Taking a break. My fingers are no longer used to typing. Guess its been a while.
