Humanity

Around me are the sounds of panic and horror. Gunshots fill the once silence air and people in white lab coats are screaming and running past my room. I know they are because I can see them through the reflective wall that shows my own reflection. How is this possible you might ask? Well, I was once the hope for humanity. This is how it began.
I was thirteen and still had some sort of life stitched together if you could call it that. My father was nonexistent and my mother trying to form a life out of broken pieces scattered all over the floor. I had no social life; I still find it very hard to open up to people and even share my ideas. I was a loner and my only friends were books.
I always knew there was something wrong with me; I never talked to anyone which made people think I was dim-witted, but I’m actually very smart. In seventh grade I was taking Algebra and so on. Next is the fact I hear voices.
I shouldn’t say voices. It’s mostly one voice telling me what will happen. The bombing of 9/11 or a volcano that will bring the deaths of thousands across the globe. Sometimes I can hear the dialogue associated with the event. A newborn child crying or an old person dying of cancer breathing in their last breath.
I am sorry I am probably boring you. I will cut to the point.
Last week, World War III began and an infectious disease spread like wildfire across the country. It made people go crazy, not like zombies, but worse. These creatures’ flesh started peeling off like the peel of banana, leaving white bone sticking out at strange angles and the red muscle showing only. The eyes of these once normal people would turn red, filling with blood and hiding the irises and pupils.
These people still had their intelligence, but lost sense of what was right and wrong. They killed others, not infecting but killing them in the goriest inhuman ways possible. The only way to become them was to have their poisonous blood seep into your body, making parts of your mind diminish until the part that made you was gone.
The scientists that came to me, I had no idea how they found me. My mother had just died from one of these red fiends, leaving me alone in the world, detached from this murder ridden society. I will not say how she died because it will surely give you nightmares for the rest of your life. I agreed to help try to save humanity to gain vengeance for my sweet mother’s death.
I was able to see where the creatures would strike, to save lives before they were lost. I would prevent causalities before they happened, and the scientists provided me with a home and this sense of good. I was finally helping others.
It was no use. The head scientist got infected and out of fear of dying, did not report this. He infected others in the complex and this is where I am today. Locked in my room and hearing screams and grunts from the other rooms. I am probably the only survivor left. It is strange the internet is still working here, but here is the story of how humanity failed to save humanity from itself.
Goodbye.