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“Nora and Alex” Drawing by Kath. Writing by Alex

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My husband and I have been working on this project for a few weeks now. Take a moment to enjoy :D

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He didn't believe in anything. Not a God, not a superior being. If there was one, he thought sometimes, late at night, then it was a cruel one. There was too much pain in the world for it not to be anything else. It had been the "God Fearing" people who mocked him. Whose dirty words had struck him down when he was a kid. It was his skin tone, his hair color, and his shouts that he was an American, too. He was born there and raised, he was just like them.

But his father was born of a man from the Middle East and a woman who grey up with the nomadic Romani peoples that roamed Europe. They were not strangers to prosecution. They were not strangers to even the government turning against them. He used to be too short, now he was too tall, too light, too dark, too scary, too kind.

Too defensive.

"Get over it" they'd tell him and the next week it would be them who kicked him into gutters stained with tears and mascara. They told him to pray as they sewed his mouth shut with puppet strings and whipped across his back with bible verses, chanting "Muslim, Muslim, Muslim!"

They screamed at him behind barbed curtains, tearing at his skin with blue skies as their green screen saying that everything was okay and racism was dead. Pale hands tore at his clothing while words parachuted down, exploding in his mind and heart making tidal waves of his blood to the rest of his body until it stung and infiltrated the system with lies and discomforts. Restaurants kicked him to the curb, refusing his money and dragging him out back where grown men would beat him til the world turned black.

Liars haunted the day lit streets calling out a civil rise but turned their children away as he walked past.

Police men stopped him to search his clothing and force him against rough brick, forcing blood to drip in their holy water and on their sacred books. Media tried to cover it by flashing up about young boys dying in places far away and he wanted to shout that "here! Here! It was happening here!" but his cry for help fell on silicone shrapnel that came back to slice up his face and his tongue so he couldn't scream anymore.

So his eyes turned yellow and the world died.

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Truffula flu starts with symptoms of influenza, the first stage is coughing, fevers, chills, sore throats, etc. It’s air born at this stage and can be spread by harsh coughing. This gives it the ability to spread from animals to people. It also has a Cytomegalovirus mutation, which makes it attach to DNA. This means, like with One-ler and Ted, that the parasitic effect lays dormant in their bodies until activated by something like high stress or time. Dementia starts to happen with heightened fevers and a blood-brain barrier created by the JC virus mutation. This is generally spread by water, and so is the flu. It spreads much slower by water than it does air, because it passes through the digestive tracts and, sometimes, people won’t get infected at all this way because stomach acid destroys the virus.

The third stage is when the Staphylococci gene kicks in, which causes boils, swollen lymphnodes, and fatigue. The pus inside the boils are filled with a bioluminescent bacteria that creates luciferin and luciferase that reacts with the oxygen making the bacteria glow yellow. This could also become green, blue, and red due to variations or mutations in the genes. When the boils start to spread and immbed themselves deeper into the body, the bacteria can be taken into the blood stream and spread to other parts of the body—like open wounds, the heart, lungs, liver, and brain. This makes cutting off the infected limb useless.

Last, right before the victim dies, Huntington’s mutation starts. This makes the body move and react, with the bacteria providing just enough oxygen to the brain to make it continue to want it’s other necessities; like food. This is why the body is technically ‘dead’ because the heart, lungs, liver, and other organs stop working but, because the brain is being fed oxygen by the bacteria, it still survives creating the impulse for food and retaining the knowledge of walking and grabbing. However, opening doors, running, thinking, and other more complex actions are impossible.

The bacteria also creates oxygen for the muscles to allow movement, sometimes even replacing the muscle cells themselves so that legs, fingers, arms, etc. contract and allow for movement. Rigor mortis, however, would have settled in, making it incredibly difficult.

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It came a surprise to them—and the rush of a plane ticket was avoided by the amount of money he’d slapped down on the counter… but they only had two seats left. He begged for them to let the boy sit on his lap but it wasn’t allowed.

The kid was too old.

So he stood outside and watched them go, heading back into the lobby, waiting for the next flight.

It would never come.

The area was considered dangerous, airports were shut down to stop the disease from spreading.

Five minutes before he would have left. It would have been five minutes and then he would had been off, joining his wife and son.

He didn’t participate or even stick around for the riots—managing to find a way outside and dig out his luggage and, more importantly, the dog out of the plane before going back home. Roads were being closed down but he didn’t care—driving over property and through ditches to get back to the house.

The horde came at midnight. They moaned and he held Oreo close as they banged on his windows and doors before moving on.

She called him twice but he slept through them, answering her, finally, when the sun rose to tell her that no, he wouldn’t be joining them… yet.

Not yet. But he would come, even if he had to swim across the ocean to them.

He would come.

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