The Start of the Sickness

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” She whispered, pressing her palms up against the glass separating her and her brother. He was in complete isolation, as the carrier of an incredibly contagious disease.

Plague. 

They still hadn’t announced it, but everyone knew.

They had been giving regular vaccinations at school, shot after shot after shot. Almost half of her class was gone by now. In another week, if there was no improvement with the spreading, you were going to have to start getting a blood test at the entrance to make sure you were clean before you were allowed into the building.

Everything was changing, and fast. Her mom didn’t mention the way that her lips were just tinted the slightest blue, and the fact that Dad’s veins were shaded black at this point.

People never discussed the sickness until somebody reported it.

The End

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