Epidemic of the century is what they would call it, biggest medical mystery in all of history, a whole new species of disease. That was only after it all passed though, when all evidence of the illness had been murdered, every scrap of tainted flesh was burned away, every sign was erased and the world was clean again. It was then that people abandoned their fear, they unlocked their doors and stepped out into the light, bathed in all the glory of their brand new existence, because they were the lucky ones that still existed. People tore down the posters, painted over the billboards, dug up the signs, and did everything they could to forget. But forgetting is hard. To forget the disease was easy, it was forgetting the cure that was the impossible part.
The disease began with household pets, an evolved form of rabies was the first diagnosis. People began watching their animals more carefully, because if you turned your back on an infected dog, for example, you would soon find yourself bleeding out on the floor as it devoured your heart. The first sign was the eyes, a glowing, yellow color, the first sign other than the aggresivness that is. Many people got rid of their beloved pets, sent them away, abandoned them on the streets, or used the more impulsive methods. Soon you had veterinarians makeing weekly rounds, stamping the infected animals with a red dye, the symbol became well known, a heart like shape, it was ironic really. When several scientists studied the ill animals, only two things could be determined, one, the receptors in their brains that caused emotions were totally fried, completely void of function, and two, their hearts were no longer pumping blood, so as to how the animals were liveing was quite the anomally. Everyone of course had their speculations on the connections between the two, that and then the same connections were made as too why the animals went for people's hearts when they attacked. Naturally animal rights advocates had plenty to say as did a million diffrent professors and doctors. Heartless is what people called the diseased animals.
And then suddenly, people were being diagnosed with the epidemic. The very first human to be reported with the illness was a boy named Cloud Strife, he walked out of his doctors office so he could blandly present a blareing crimson heart stamped onto his hand to his parents. Reporters began to arrive at Cloud's home only two days after he was diagnosed. Later that week millions watched his mother cry on national television while Cloud stood next to her entirely empty of any feeling. A woman down the street told a reporter that the most frightening thing were his eyes, "they're still as big and blue as ever, dead looking sure, but still blue, not yellow, not that wretched gold, if his eyes are still blue how is one to know who else has the disease?". It only took a month before doctors, not veterinarians, were makeing daily, not weekly, rounds to households. Each family was given a very specific time at which they were to report out front of their homes for inspection. "at least the test is simple and quick" people would say, first they would listen to your heart and next they would ask you how you felt, and if you hesitated to answer they would check your heartbeat again. If you failed inspection they would stamp you in the most convienient and easily spotted area and you would be officaily deemed, a Nobody. That's what the humans with the illness were called, "Nobodies".
Signs and posters were hung everywhere, some listed the symptoms to look for, some displayed advice for what you should do with the heartless, but most were simple, simple yet more effective then any of the others, it was just the symbol, the deformed heart always printed in either red or black ink and always a sickening symol for any person, any person other than a nobody that is. And then, because people are people and they must always do everything they can to make things worse for those around themselves, a phrase began being muttered among eachother, a heartbreaking five words. They were always just whispers though, whispers until they became words, words until they became shouts, shouts until they became the sound of the whole world, until they became a hope defeating song that spread across nations at warp speed.
"NOBODIES CAN NEVER BECOME SOMBODIES"
It wasn't long after when the cure was found, and the healers appeared. They were gonna end it all, they were gonna save the world, and in long run, save themselves. If only it had really worked out that way, if only it was all that simple. Because the cure was what no one could forget, the cure is what no one could forgive, even though it was the cure that saved the world. But it's okay now, if no one talks about it, it'll just go away right?
A/N: Alrighty, so this is my first chapter story so it's pretty damn expiremental! Plus I don't have spell check or a beta, so typos and grammatical errors galor! Anyways though I'm almost done with the first chapter so that should be up super soon! And I NEED feedback people, please reveiw! So toodles then, Zoe.