More of this story will be written. For those that don't know what 28 Days Later is, it's basically a movie about a virus (called the RAGE virus) that spreads throughout London, and apparently the world, that makes people go into a constant stage of anger and attempt to kill and beat the crap out of anything that moves.
I suggest watching the movie.
"And in other news, an animal testing facility was broken into yesterday, and all of it's test subject - mainly monkies - escaped, and are believed to still be roaming the streets. If anyone spots these animals loose, we suggest you call the number at the end of this program immed-"
Mum switched over the channel before violently coughing into her hands. She never was did like the news.
"I thought you were joking when you said you were allergic to the news?" I laughed, before going into the kitchen to get the cough medicine.
"It's just a sore throat," she called to me from the other room, "Nothing to worry about."
When I gave her a teaspoon and the cough medicine, she said, "Oh you are a good lad."
I smiled and left the room to go to my bedroom. While going up the stairs, I heard my mum turn back to the news.
"-if you haven't got plans to leave your house, then we suggest staying inside. This is an official alert from the govern-"
I stopped myself from listening to it anymore. I was always the glass half-empty kind of guy, and I didn't want to give myself any ideas just because of some sort of illness going around.
"Probably just the flu..." I muttered to myself, before going upstairs and unlocking my bedroom door.
In the distance I heard a scream. Not very loud, but loud enough to keep me from sleeping that night. I heard my mum crying, apparently thinking I couldn't hear her.
I've never felt so sad.
I should have watched the news that night. I should have done what they said.