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Washington D.C.
May 15, 2020
1,460 days since outbreak

It was the sound of his own breathing that coaxed him out of the depths of unconsciousness. Dull, lifeless blue eyes slowly blinked open. He lay there in bed, staring upward at what he assumed was the ceiling. Everything was a dark grey blur. His mind was blank, void of any thoughts or feelings. He felt numb, as though he was paralysed from the neck down. He tried to reboot his brain. However, it was like turning on an old computer that had sat unused for a long time. It was dusty and slow.

But, then...feeling. His fingers began to twitch as his brain began firing off signals that hadn't been sent in a long time. He blinked again, his vision gradually coming into focus. He groaned as his entire body began tingling with pins and needles. He continued to blink, forcing himself to focus. Light flickered in through a window on the other side of the small room. He let out a strained breath as he gazed blurrily around at his surroundings.

He was in the only bed in the room. Two walls of glass separated him from the outside world. He struggled to push himself up, his arms shaky and refusing to support his weight. His body felt like a wet noodle. He winced as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The tiled floor was cold underneath his bare feet. He looked down at his body and found that he was in a set of hospital scrubs. He tested the movement in his extremities. Everything was in working order, albeit a bit stiff and sore, but working nonetheless. There was just one thing missing.

His name.

How long had he been out for him to forget his own name? He looked around and found a clipboard tucked into a pouch at the foot of the bed. He stumbled over and grabbed the clipboard. He looked at the top of the first page. Percy Jordan was printed in neat handwriting in the top left corner. Was that his name? It made sense. He was the only one in the room.

Percy shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He concentrated on his breathing. In, out. In, out. He opened his eyes again and began reading the notes. Most of it he couldn't make out due to his poor eyesight. But, from what he could gather, he had been in contact with some strange virus. The virus was unknown, as was the cause. As he continued reading, Percy slowly started to remember bits and pieces of things.

He had gotten a call from the Centre of Disease Control. A small town in California was suffering from a strange illness. He had arrived at the town to find it abandoned. No people, no animals. Nothing.

Percy groaned again, trying to remember how he had ended up here. Cases of the same illness started popping up all over the U.S. Soon it was passing into Canada and South America, quickly spreading across the planet. It was affecting both humans and animals, however, the infected soon died shortly after being infected.

Percy's hand instinctively went to his neck. His fingers touched a ring on a chain. He looked down at it. It was a diamond ring. An engagement ring. A name popped into his head. Susan. His fiancé. They were set to be married just before D.C. was hit. Susan had been infected; bitten by a diseased dog. Percy looked around the room. Was that how he had ended up here? Had he been infected as well? If so, then why wasn't he dead?

With his vision clearing, he continued reading. He flipped to the page with his test results, wondering if his suspicions were true. The answer was a sucker punch to the gut. Positive was written in bold red letters across the page.

"Infected," Percy breathed in shock and horror.

The clash of the clipboard colliding with the tiles was like a bomb explosion. He stumbled back, hand going to his forehead. Infected, yet alive. It wasn't possible. He should be dead.

His attention was brought to the glass walls. He had to get out. He had to know what happened to him, to civilization. He went over to the first door and pressed the button. Nothing. He pressed the button again. Still nothing. Percy looked around, his eyes falling on a metal chair in the corner. He hurried over and grabbed the chair. He ran full tilt at the door. With as much strength as he could muster, Percy pitched the chair at the glass.

The glass shattered, spraying shards across the floor. Percy picked the chair up and threw it at the other wall. Again, the glass shattered. Carefully, Percy stepped through the openings and walked out into the hallway. He glanced around, finding himself in a hospital ward. Percy walked through the empty halls. Where were the people? The doctors? The nurses? Hell, even the patients?

Percy stopped walking when he heard what sounded like claws clicking across the tiles. He turned around, eyes growing wide when a pack of rabid wolves came around the corner. Percy swallowed thickly as the wolves advanced. He spun around and took off down the hallway. The wolves gave chase. Every bone and muscle in his body screamed in agony, but Percy never stopped running until he was out through the front door.

With the wolves right on his heels, Percy dove into an open ambulance and slammed the door shut. The wolves collided with the vehicle, clawing and barking in hunger. Percy locked the doors and looked around for a set of keys. Luckily, whoever had left the ambulance last had kept the keys in the ignition. Percy turned the keys and the engine roared to life. The wolves dispersed as Percy pulled away from the hospital.

The drive back to his apartment did little to calm his nerves. D.C. looked like it had been hit by a bomb. Buildings were in ruins, cars were skeletons on the side of the road. It was like people had just vanished off the face of the earth. Percy wondered if it was like this everywhere. He finally pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. Taking the keys, he made his way inside. Fortunately, the front door had been busted open. Percy headed up the stairs, not trusting the elevator. He found his apartment, which, like every other apartment, had been broken into. He just hoped he still had some clothes left.

He headed into his room, thanking Heaven that whoever had broken into his apartment hadn't touched his clothes. He changed out of the scrubs and into a grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans, socks and sneakers. When he was changed, Percy went out into the kitchen to find a note taped to the fridge. He tore off the note and quickly read over it.

Percy,

If you're looking for answers I know where you can find some. Meet me in New York City, there's someone you need to meet.

R.

Percy frowned. Who was R? No one came to mind with that initial. But, whoever it was knew where he could find answers to his questions. Grabbing a jacket, Percy headed back outside and climbed behind the wheel of the ambulance. He closed the door and started the engine. As he pulled out of the parking lot he didn't even look back. All that waited for him now was an uncertain future. And, hopefully, he would find out what happened to the world he used to know.

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