I don't suppose you know me, but seeing as I still seem to be able to feel my hands, I guess a little intro won't hurt, will it? (not that anyone's
crossing my threshold, with the signs I posted to the door, but oh well). My name's Eric, and I was a scholar, back before it happened. I'm writing
this out as a "last will" sort of thing, a memoir of a dying person.
No one knows where it started, but the internet was abound with theories. Some claimed it started in the dismal, foreboding swamps of the everglades,
where such a monstrosity lurked. Other, more mythic, rumors came about: "It was from a tomb in Egypt; the dying curse of a pharaoh" some cried. "No it
wasn't, it was a genetic experiment gone awry, accidentally released to our enemies!" others claimed (they never could
accept that nature was
to blame, could they?). My theory, which I hope will be reported throughout the years to come after my passing, was that it was a product of
evolution; one that could be found lurking in the dark corners of us.
Everyone claims to have known the first victim, I doubt that; when they found the victim, it looked like they became part of the slime floating in
that rancid pool it was found in. There was a body alright, but it took a strong stomach to process. Looked like a dead body decomposing in a swamp,
mold & fungus already growing on parts of it, moss blending in with the slimy beard, giving the appearance of Cthulhu-esque tentacles, and frosted
eyes with a glare that could have turned the nearest person to stone. Some details I will leave you to imagination only, for only the imagination can
describe the uncouth horrors that greeted one's eyes; rather I go blind before seeing that again!
And then there was blackness, no, a halting of the media on the topic; it was almost as if the medical investigation team had been wiped from the
earth. Nothing on the web, nothing on the air. Gone?!. Other strange things began to occur - The President actually stepped down from office, and
leaders around the world seemed to be hunkering down. Had I of known why, well, I doubt I'd be telling this tale now.
The next 100 victims all bore the same symptoms; it started out as a small pinprick of dots, the size and scarcity of a pimple, in fact, you'd mistake
it for a pimple, except that the white center would be stubborn, and refuse to pop; rather it, funnily enough, would seem to stretch out, as if
taunting you "Ha Ha, you can't get rid of me!!!" (fire took care of that bugger - now look who's laughing!!). The next symptom was more...disturbing;
the wound would start to appear like an eye - blue/white threads would weave its way from the wound, stretching ever outward like a spider web. You'd
lose all feeling in that spot (I'd say why, but it might disgust you). All you could feel is a burn, then tingling, then numbness, then nothing but
Now, the media was in "everybody hold hands, and it'll be okay mode". They claimed that the disease was only minor, and that regular care would
prevent it from spreading. They were wrong - This ebolic strain was both airborne, and waterborne. What's more: It didn't have a preference for a
host; rats were discovered with it, dogs carried it, and people spread it like a wildfire. You couldn't eradicate every species of animal that flew,
ran, or swam, it's not possible.
It didn't take long for it to take root in much of America - And no, there weren't hordes of people looting, nor were there zombies mucking about, but
a lot of us realized that the only thing we could do was sit and die. For you see, scientists and the media got everything wrong about this. Of course
there were symptoms, but the problem was the symptoms only showed after you were already gone
. The spores, those cursed, Yuggothian spores,
were already in our water supply and air, infecting us before we even had a chance; even the best filtering techniques at the time failed to kill the
cysts. I mean, the scientists only now
discovered the airborne strain after the plane filled with the mossy, protoplasmic bodies crashed into
I had better let this tale subside, already I can see the spider veins, glowing white against this darkness (in my deluded sense, I'll swear the veins
are glowing themselves; the pale, sick puke-green-white shade of the Morgul Vale itself). No!!! I will not let this conquer me, but alrea.y my
stren.th wains; the place is filled with gasoline, so it's better to strike this one match, send this message to its fireproof safe, and not infect
the world around me.
If you're reading this...tell them! Don't let the media claim this is nothing, lest the fungus evolve again, and find a better way to send forth its
shielded, microscopic spor....
Why did I write the story like this? Because when you think of the word "Pandemic", it brings to mind zombies, man-made super bugs, and widespread
killing. My advice is try not to think too hard on this story, because the more you consider the possibility that something like this could happen,
the creepier it sounds when you read it again.
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