They're all gone now;cold and dead. Rotting flesh. I am the only one left. Not much to look at. An empty shell. Bitter at the one who caused this. Angry at myself.
It's my fault they're gone. I know the truth and this is my curse. The Truth. The truth and the virus. It started here with me and then spread. My father planted the virus; he planted it in me. He never imagined that it would take him first. I'll never forget the look of shock on his face when he took his last breath. I think that he really just wanted to kill me, but instead it backfired. It took out everyone and left me.
It's weird how it spread so quickly. First my father, then the grocery clerk, and that kid riding his bike. It spread so quick after the initial three. My father would have been proud at how well his virus killed. I can't stop. It flows through my veins and comes out ever pore. Everyone knows that I'm infected; they try and stay out of its path. No one is safe...I wish they were. I never wanted to hurt anyone, but now it's too late. The virus has ravaged my body and my mind, but I cannot die. That is my curse to allow the virus to spread. MY father would be proud.
The virus he planted in me is Hate.