Weak from coughing he just managed to reach down by his bed for the glass of water. Never realising how far it felt, to his now weak body.
As he lifted the glass in his shaking hands, he remembered how only last week he was a fit, healthy young lad. Only a month ago him and his friends had been playing a game of baseball and he had hit a ball right over the other side of the park. But to look at him now, he looked older than his grandad, if he was still alive.
Looking in the mirror his reflection , which he had come to hate didnt match reality he wasn't old he was 20 nearly 21. Young. His once smooth face, now lined with wrinkles deeper than he had ever seen. To be honest he looked like he had he had spent years in the coldest roughest conditions.
The news reporter on channel 5 had said that only the old would be affected (over 50). He had been wrong, he had been effected , it had got him and some younger. Turning young muscular bodies into rotting corpses. They could only wait for the bliss moment of death to release them from the burden.
Craning his neck to take a sip of water his hands went limp. Sending the contents of the glass over his front, and there it stayed seeping into the bed sheets for he was gone.
He hadn't made it. He had perished at the hands of the virus....the last adult was gone.
As he lifted the glass in his shaking hands, he remembered how only last week he was a fit, healthy young lad. Only a month ago him and his friends had been playing a game of baseball and he had hit a ball right over the other side of the park. But to look at him now, he looked older than his grandad, if he was still alive.
Looking in the mirror his reflection , which he had come to hate didnt match reality he wasn't old he was 20 nearly 21. Young. His once smooth face, now lined with wrinkles deeper than he had ever seen. To be honest he looked like he had he had spent years in the coldest roughest conditions.
The news reporter on channel 5 had said that only the old would be affected (over 50). He had been wrong, he had been effected , it had got him and some younger. Turning young muscular bodies into rotting corpses. They could only wait for the bliss moment of death to release them from the burden.
Craning his neck to take a sip of water his hands went limp. Sending the contents of the glass over his front, and there it stayed seeping into the bed sheets for he was gone.
He hadn't made it. He had perished at the hands of the virus....the last adult was gone.