It started slowly,
passing from person to person,
infecting,
destroying,
decaying,
all that was built,
the world wasn’t ready,
hope,
was out of reach,
three days after the first case of infection was reported,
eighty-three percent of the earths population,
had fallen ill with the disease,
two days after that,
it wasn’t about treating the sick,
it was about survival,
a vaccine,
to protect the un-infected,
the sick,
were already dead,
and in that,
so was the rest of us.
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