Simon's POV

After that day at school, I had never felt the same again.

I came down with the common cold shortly after, which wasn't too bad considering all the advanced medication we could afford. It only lasted a couple days as the tablets and treatment I received diminished the symptoms. Little did I know, these were the first symptoms of the plague we've come to know as RED, the Rapid Eradication Disease. Even after the first symptoms, I just never felt quite right. I always felt as though I was being painlessly torn apart from the inside, but I was in perfect health. I decided a week later to confront Dave about this, who immediately drove me and my brothers to the hospital to get me a check up.

Alvin, Theodore and Dave had sat patiently in the lobby, awaiting the results. The doctor had taken a blood test, urinary test, and examined my body for abnormalities, ignoring my embarrassed plees for him to try something else. In the end, all he had managed to find were tiny, black veins that had shown in the corners of my eyes, rather than red. He sent all the information to a research facility through his computer before informing me I'd need to return for regular check ups. I bid him farewell before returning to Dave with the news. He didn't seem very pleased, unable to contain the dissapointment on his face. However, there was nothing else to be done, so we vacated the hospital and returned home, while not knowing at the time that RED was already spreading throughout the body of the doctor as well.

No further symptoms appeared for a long time. Me and my brothers, along with the chipettes moved on with our daily lifes, going to school, performing at concerts, and Alvin getting into trouble. It wasn't long though before my entire family, along with everyone else in the neighborhood received the same cold I had. It was so weird though, how no one seemed to notice how everyone was getting sick at the same time, all with the same symptoms.

It wasn't untill two weeks later that the world began to notice a ripple affect that had occured. A wave of the common cold had been spreading like the ripples of a spash across America and had even reached other countries with the same affect. Not too long after, I began to feel the wrath of RED begin. I was literally bombarded by symptoms, including nausea, coughing, sneezing, fever, sweating, rash, insomnia, and hemophilia. I was miserable.

After hastily being rushed to the hospital, the same tests as before were performed on me, but this time, RED had made no effort to conceal itself. The doctors were shocked upon finding the unknown disease that plagued my body, frantically working to figure out what it was. The results were heart breaking. They claimed there was no known information about the strange infection and would have to get the blood sample tested to figure out what could be done. They provided an entire arsenal of medication for the various symptoms and sent me home, along with the blood sample shipping off to a lab for testing.

That night, RED finally showed up on the news, not yet named, but identified as a new plague that to our horror had already infected a part of every crountry on earth. I couldn't sleep that night, lying in bed, sniveling softly under the covers. I was soaking wet in sweat, feeling as though I was burning alive. Snot dribbled onto my upper lip, which I got up to blow my nose for. It simply dripped down again however after another miserable minute. The medication I'd been given did absolutely nothing. In fact, it made it worse.

The next morning, after finally falling into unconciousness in my bed, I woke up at around 11:00, feeling as crappy as ever. Dave suggested he bring me to the hospital for another check up, but I refused him. This was because of the newly formed symptom, paranoia. I also began vomiting, having diarrhea, and became hyper sensitive.

The same symptoms began showing up all over the world, although showed several different symptoms I had not experienced. I assumed it affected humans differently, although had the same terrible affects.

I do not know why, but I went to school that week. I was desperate to keep up my grades, regardless of my condition, and that's exactly how it all came to be.

The first death was recorded in Asia...cause of death...total organ failure.

The world instantly paniced, closing off the borders, shutting down airports and ports. The entire world went into lockdown, putting in every possible effort to prevent RED from infecting anyone else. It was too late though. Research for the cure was instantly the top priority of the entire world, bringing the harshest of enemies together to defeat the plague. No matter how hard they tried however, nothing worked.

Dave was killed in a car accident trying to get to the school shortly after hearing about the lock down. Although, we didn't know this until a week later. Things had already looked so bleek, but now, it was enough to tear your heart apart. Alvin attempted to commit suicide soon after, but Theo and Brittany found him and managed to convince Alvin that things could still get better, knowing grimly that it wouldn't however. That was the day before the worst symptoms of all began to show. Along with total organ failure was insanity and necrosis. The students quickly took over the school, forming gangs and killing off all the teachers. Many students became cannibals and ganged up on the smaller kids who normally kept to themselves and sat alone at lunch, much like myself, and slaughtered before eating them raw. The government eventually collapsed world wide, and the military disbanded. All hope appeared to be lost...and it was.

Then this is where I left off earlier. Like I said, my family is dead...but I neglected to mention that with the loss of hope, came the loss of the need for my knowledge. As I write this, I am currently sitting atop the school's main flag pole, writing this to you. There are at least twenty live, but rotting students, tearing at the ground around the pole to dig it up. I can only assume they want to eat me, but I'm not going to let them take me alive. I have a handgun I managed to steal from a gang student, hopefully I can take out some of those freaks before myself. I...I can feel myself rotting too. My fur is falling out in dead clumps, revealing purple and black flesh beneath. Strangely though it...doesn't really hurt. My lungs are heavily scarred from coughing so much, and I'm on the brink of starvation. I've vomited so many times...my chest, it...it hurts so much...I'm so tired...

I have one bullet left now. I'm pointing the barrel of it into my mouth as I write these final words...

I wonder what will happen after all this. Will someone discover the cure just after I kill myself? No, the government has given up on searching for it. Will anyone...or...even anything survive? I'm going to pull the trigger now. I've suffered long enough.

Goodbye.