We Survived the Superflu
Note: The superflu and setting I use are all from Stephen King's book The Stand. The characters and situations they are in belong to me.
Second note: This is a rough draft. I will be editing this and cleaning it up later. All parts underlined will definatly be edited. Parts underlined might be revised a bit.
Part One:
Empty cars, empty street.. I never would have thought that it would get this far. I happen to be a dedicated news reader, but when I saw this wasteland I was just as shocked as everyone else.
Michael was right about it being a wasteland. Not a single other person was in sight. Broken glass scattered the sidewalk, mixed with debris from looted stores. He picked through the mess, trying his best not to let any of the glass cut his flip-flopped feet.
"Hello?" His voice split through the silence inside the conveniece shop. No signs of life were noticed as his vision swept over the area. The forced open door was cluttered with overturned racks and shelves, so Michael climbed through the broken windw instead. Because no one as around to stop him, he grabbed a couple plastic bags to put food into. He had no idea where he was going to go. All logic and reason said he should leave the town, and with that came the furthur logic of needing some food.
Things were running smoothly for Michael, almost too smooth, but he wasn't complaining. It was probably better that he didn't fully comprehend the situation at hand just yet.
Panic started just a few days ago, shortly after the flu really broke out. There were stories of looters in all the major cities, and even some of the not so major ones. I hoped the panic wouldn't spread here, but it did anyway. The streets had less and less people every day until there was no one left. That's when I came out, having hid myself while the chaos went on. Now, the only one left, I don't know what to do. Maybe if I start walking I can find others like me who managed to stay alive somehow.
Michael got several different types of food, most of it being snack foods and soda, before climbing out of the window again. This time it wasn't so easy to avoid the glass. The heel of his foot missed the bottom of his flip flop, having been turned too far to the side, and drove itself onto a chunk of glass. He let out a short cry of pain, now scrambling out of the window and moving quickly to avoid the glass and get to a clear spot.
He sat down in the middle of the street, wincing as he pulled the glass from his foot, wondering how something so small could hurt him so much. He sat there a moment longer, his foot throbbing with pain, before forcing himself through it and begining to walk on.
My name is Michael, and I survived the superflu.