A story about the end of the world.

  With war, the economy, and crime, we thought we had it all beat but one more thing was coming. No one could stop it. My name is Connor and I am a doctor who lives in New York , who had a six year old son named Patrick,  whose mother died giving birth so I am an only parent. Everything was going good until my son got a fever he was with a nanny at the time.  I came home immediately because I got a call from the nanny that Patrick had a fever. When I got home they were both dead. I called the police as soon as I could they told me they would get to me when they could because they were getting death calls from all over the place. I did everything I could for them but nothing would help they were dead. I kept trying until the police came they had to drag me off the bodies. All I could do was watch T.V. I could not go back to work after what just happened and the news might tell me what is going on. I was in shock my son was dead and  people were dying all over the place and I did not know why. The news said is a virus like no other, no one knew much about all they knew it was being passed by blood and saliva. They said don’t drink water other people drank from, don’t kiss, and don’t get blood from blood banks till further notice. I wanted to die but something, someone was stopping me from killing myself so I watch for more info on the virus. I don’t know why but I drank from my son’s water earlier today and I am alive. The news said if you get the virus  you will die in around twelve hours and become contagious in around five minutes and the only symptom was a fever so why am I alive right now I should be dead which would be better than living. It has only been one week and I already  heard screaming from everywhere, people were breaking into the house next door and I heard gunshot. I had to do something and fast before they came here. I have stayed home the hole time so I could live here for a few week. Then the power just turned off and I still need to do something about the doors and  windows before the people come here. Put my couch in front of the door and a table in front of the door. Then it hit me my dad gave me a handgun with 50 bullets. Then I heard them try to come through the front door they tried for a few minutes then I heard a window break. I loaded the gun and took it off safety ready to shoot.

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