The subway was less packed today,with the uninfected getting the train to work,there heavy bags getting caught in the windows of the cramped trains as they pushed their way through the crown of works men to get a seat. I myself was the one who got the dirty or pitiful looks. Me, the one who was sat against a wall of the underground with my cup for money donations, a flat long piece of cardboard and a blanket. My name was Lenny, im a mixed race, tight curls for hair,full lips and my chocolate brown eyes, Oh and don't let me forget to tell you that i'm about the size of a small kid. I'm a homeless orphan whose parents died of the disease that's wiping out humanity like a housewife wiping dust of a vase.
I picked myself off the floor, my black jogging bottoms,combats and orange tee now stained with dirt and what looks like bird droppings. I let out a sigh, time to beg. My feet carried me to a white man with a short stubby black beard and matching hair. I must of been about half his size but crouched a little anyway and held up my cup to him.
"Sir I-" I was cut off my a load alarm. I froze. The crank alarm, I threw up on the floor ,retching and gagging my throat felt like it was being beaten with a rack and my stomach felt as if it was turning inside out. I remember hearing screaming and gunshots before someone picked me up and then...i fainted.
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This was a very short chapter and my first posting on , I really had to concentrate on this as i'm not a that-good-of-a-writer, i'm also exited to see if you guys enjoyed it and if you think I should write more of this story. :) thanks for checking in. ~firefly.
