Coronavirus Endgame
Summary: The Coronavirus pandemic has caused mass hysteria. You fight to survive in the post apocalyptic world. Hilarity ensues.
Warning: Graphic content
It was 16 months after the outbreak. The virus spread across the planet in no time. The initial death toll was peanuts compared to when it reached its peak 5 months in. The World Health Organization classified it as a global pandemic. The media dubbed it the Coronavirus. Sadly it had nothing to do with the beer.
The virus was feared by many but still regarded as a joke by a vast majority of people. They thought it would never affect them. If only those people were still alive to know how wrong they were.
It all started in China after a few people got poisoned by eating bat soup. Weird thing to eat and in hindsight it was the worst mistake in human history. The Coronavirus, or code name COVID19, spread like a wildfire. It was first regarded as a supped up flu. Later-on the deaths proved it was one-hundred times more deadly.
Day by day we saw how much the virus spread across the globe. Any little spec of COVID19 germ in the air could lead to contamination. It was easily contagious like the flu but the symptoms wouldn’t manifest for two weeks. People were walking around already contaminated without a clue.
Weeks went by as the media reported death after death. The virus made its way to Italy until it became the 2nd most contaminated country on the planet. The Italian government shut down all daily activities. Citizens were forbidden from leaving the house unless there was an emergency. It became so bad later-on that the rest of the world decided it was time to nuke Italy off the map or face super contamination. World leaders did not hesitate to pull the trigger. Millions of lives were lost but to no avail. The virus kept spreading even after killing all those innocent, sick people.
The North Korean’s had their own way of dealing with the situation. Anyone found guilty of carrying symptoms of the Coronavirus were shot on sight. The North Korean government kept it hush-hush until videos of the killings went viral on the internet. Sadly, no one cared. Trying to end the contamination was a good thing, right?
At this point months went by as scientists everywhere scrambled to get the cure. Even fake news outlets like TMZ were reporting about our favourite celebs dying from the disease. Anything to cause mass hysteria. Elon Musk eventually gave up and took a private rocket to Mars. No one knows how that turned out.
This all brings me back to my own personal tragedies. I was one of those idiots who thought the virus would just be gone one day and it would never affect me. Wrong.
My parents were the first to die. Then my brother. My uncles and aunts. My cousins. Everyone around me got infected one by one. Every death led me into a darker place mentally. I almost couldn’t go on until I linked up with some longtime friends.
Maddie was one of my best buds. She was an emotionless wreck on the outside but a soft and kind-hearted mess on the inside. She was the first person I went to see after my entire family died. She took me in, fed me, took care of me. We almost had everything we could hope for during an apocalypse. Food, shelter and toilet paper.
But the world outside was a raging cesspool. The people lost their minds. Civilization as a whole ceased to exist and laws were nowhere to be found. It was every man, woman and animal for themselves. Savage beatings and robberies were now the norm. Anything to get what they need to survive.
One cold, silent night and everything I had was gone in the blink of an eye. I woke up in the middle of the night to screams of death coming from Maddie’s room. I rushed as quickly as I could but I was too late. The people who got to Maddie had already ransacked the room and fled before I even got there. Her face was bashed in, bleeding from every orifice. Her body was twitching as she crawled to me. Her hand reaching out to me as I stood there frozen in horror. I fell to my knees and started weeping. I took Maddie in my arms and screamed for help. With one final breath, Maddie looked at me in the eyes and muttered “we getting it”. She passed out and never regained consciousness.
Even after losing Maddie, I pulled myself back up and pushed on. But that wasn’t even the worst death I had to endure.
I wandered around in the streets every night. Going from house to house. Living day by day. Eventually I found another person that I cared about deeply.
One night while randomly walking through the streets. I found my best friend, Eureka, lurking in the shadows on the corner of a dark alley. My eyes opened wide in disbelief. I thought I would never see her again. I ran up to her with a smile of relief on my face. We both embraced each other while crying tears of joy.
After the initial shock and disbelief of meeting up in the apocalypse so randomly, we got to work and procured a decent shelter. It was a run down old house that was barricaded after the disease outbreak. We made it our own little home. Things were looking good. But all good things must come to an end.
One day we decided to head out and look for more food as our supplied were running dry. We ended up visiting an old place where we used to work back in the good old days before Corona hit. It was a little pharmacy on the side of the street. Being inside felt like old times. The place was empty. We didn’t hear a single peep as we walked in slowly but surely. We took a couple bags and started scavenging what was left of the shelves. Some old expired chips, dirty cans of soup, maple sirup. We got everything we needed and set sail for the front door. But on the way out the unthinkable happened.
Eureka ended up saving me from contamination after a hysterical man tried to lunge and cough at me. Lucky for me she pushed me out of the way and took the cough germs straight to the lungs. The man hightailed it out of there as soon as he got his victim. The piece of crap just wanted to end a life for no reason. I once again found myself hopeless, yelling for help into a cold abyss. Eureka was coughing up blood a few seconds after the disease spread in her body. She died two weeks later after I tried everything in my power to save her life. COVID19 is a bitch that took away my rock.
I ended up alone, again, 10 months deep into the apocalypse. I was barely surviving off of canned beans and water. My body was becoming frail. Every step I took required maximum effort. One day I was walking outside, begging anything that could hear me to give me some food. I could feel my bones cracking as I stumbled to the pavement. I lost consciousness for a few minutes. My head was aching after hitting the cement. Bloody and on the brink of death I somehow woke up later in a warm bed with some food and water on a nightstand right next to me.
All that brings us to the present day. As I write this story in my diary to reminisce of the loved ones that I lost. And to remind myself that I now have a new life, away from the Coronavirus, away from death. I’m now in a safe house miles away from the main land. Completely safe with all that I ever wanted.
-“Hey, you coming to bed?”
-“I’ll be right there, Iron-Man”.
-“Hey, don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing”.
-“Okay, Tony. Just let me finish writing”.
Anyways where was I? Oh yeah. Tony Stark saved my life and now I live with him on his private island. Safe and sound. Living my lifelong dream.
This one is for you, Maddie. We got it. But at what cost?
Fin.