Simon's POV
(The biggest influence towards writing this final chapter was the song "Panoramic" from the movie, "The Book of Eli". I would greatly recommend listening to it while reading. It matches so well! Don't worry. It has no lyrics to distract you. It should also be long enough for the whole chapter if you read at some what of a fast pace. Just don't skim. That'll ruin it.)
Without hesitation, I slip the journal into my hoodie and place the gun muzzle into my mouth. Before I can pull the trigger, the gun is ripped from my paw in a shower of sparks and a deafening blast. I silently yelp in shock and slip off the pole, and I latch onto the flag with my claws just in time before I'd have plummeted to my imminent doom. My ears are ringing loudly, muffled but high pitched and unfathomably jarring. Faintly though, I can make out rapid bumping sounds all around me. Now, my vision is fading as well. Am I...dying? I look down, and through my foggy vision, can see the rotting humans dropping to the dirt in explosions of black and dark red. I can feel bits of blood flying onto my fur like rain going up into the sky. I struggle to wrap my mind around what is happening, for my thoughts are as clouded as my sight, despite having my red speckled glasses on. My grip loosens slightly...and my claws slide free of the red and white fabric.
The world turns upside down and spirals like my mind's vertigo, and the thick, rancid air rushes over my fur as does a tidal wave rolls over submerged stones by a cliff side. I see the smiling faces of my family flash before my eyes; I see Alvin...and Jeanette...Theodore...Eleanor and Brittany. I see Dave...and Claire, and all my old friends. I feel a cry tear from my throat as I plummet down, but hear nothing, then I land.
I lay there with my eyes shut tight, awaiting for my body to be torn apart by teeth and bare hands...but it doesn't happen. My eyes hesitantly peer open, and bright light pours in. I blink my eyes, but it begins to grow dark again while the light draws closer, and closer, until the last thing I see before my vision goes pitch black is the silhouette of a swirling mass descending to me.
I begin to lose feeling in my arms and legs, and my mouth becomes terribly dry. When I go to lick the roof of my mouth, I feel the skin smudge away. Heh, strange how it...doesn't hurt. I open my eyes again, but I still fail to see anything, and sigh as I shut them. How I wish I could just see the world again. Not just the world though, but the world before. I wish I could see the seas of bright green grass in the radiant, warm sunshine. I wish I could taste delicious food once more, and perform songs with my brothers like we used to...I wish I could learn at school again, not be confined here like a prison...*sighs*...I simply wish that everything was back to normal.
I try and see if I can move at all, but my body merely lies limp on the ground. Nothing seems to want to cooperate...not even my lungs. My breath, as I just notice, is stuttered and feeble. My mind focuses on simply breathing, for it's too clouded to multitask. I feel my breathing become slightly stronger, but after about a minute, it depreciates to it's earlier labored being. Cold slowly begins to set in over me, and a shiver rushes up my spine. My body seems to convulse slightly, but it's hard to tell what with how numb I am.
I suppose I won't be eaten after all, but am destined to be taken by the cold embrace of RED. It isn't how I imagined my time here would come to end, but at least it's somewhat...peaceful.
Suddenly, a surge of energy courses throughout my body, forcing feeling into me once again for a few seconds, which is just long enough to sense something puncture my neck. I feel a rush of pressure that fades away almost as fast as it came, then whatever pierced me is pulled out. Muffled noises can be heard all around me, and they...sound not much unlike voices.
I begin to notice my ability to breath slowly exalt as each breath is less raspy and labored than the last. Did someone inject a medication into me? What feels like billions of ants crawling beneath my skin starts to spread from the tips of my paws through my arms and legs. It rushes over my body and up to my face, then starts to dissipate from where it began, leaving no numbness behind. I try opening my eyes again, but when I do, my vision is still shrouded in black...but then some specks of light materialize. Creases of grey and dim color slowly grow along my sight and the black begins to dissolve into what ever's above me, since I am laying down. While my eye sight grows clear, I begin to make out sounds a lot easier as well. I catch words such as 'working', and then...'cure'.
I want to smile, but I'm still too weak, but that doesn't change the sudden rush of joy that now embodies me. My eyes refocus to my left, where I make out the figures of several men and woman, most of them dressed in camouflage and ballistic vests, but a few are in civilian attire, and one wears what looks like a white lab coat. It's impossible to recognize any of them however through my still blurry vision. The cure must still be...my glasses!
I groan pathetically at the loss of my only means for sight. Almost instantaneously, one of the men turns to me and rushes over. He slams his hands atop the table I lay on to come to a stand still, then asks me if I'm alright.
I manage to recognize a few facial features, "T-Toby? That's you, I hope...".
He nods in his usual nervous fashion. I ask him where I am, and he tells me, 'Your're on a helicopter. These people discovered a cure! They've been rescuing as many people as possible, and there are more helicopters too!'. I smile, then roll my head to my right, coming face to face with a broad window, through which I see West Eastman High growing smaller and smaller. A tear wells up in my eye and streaks down my face, then another, and one more. I cough and sniff and more tears fall. My crying turns into a quiet snivel...then into a whimper. Then I really begin crying, and that turns into sobbing. I'm soon wailing and turn onto my side in fetal, wailing as loud as I can to release my grief.
The ultimate plague is over now, but only I get to see this day, so how can I rejoice when everyone I love has already been taken from me? Life will live on, but nothing will be the same. My family is gone, therefore, so is everything that makes me who I am.
This is Simon Seville, and this is my final journal entry. Farewell...forever...
(To be honest, I feel that this ending only made this story more sad than it already was.
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Oh well. I hope you enjoyed it! If not, well go be angry somewhere else or try to realize it's just a fanfic. No need to be crying over a few well assembled words.)
