Title:           I haven't though of a title yet. (DON'T READ THIS ONE)
Author:          Faggotron_mk1
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of February 2015 03:43:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 22nd of February 2015 10:59:20 PM CDT

> You took another nervous glance at your monitor to confirm your fears from 15 seconds ago. They, whoever they might have been, cut off the the internet, the last source of two way communication outside of short wave radio.
> Before moving to the arduous task of deciding who that group might have been,you looked down to your diseased arms.
> In the past day your normally well tanned skin took on a deathly pallor, and the sores running up and down your legs began to constantly leak an ugly brownish colored and foul smelling liquid.
> You would one more go to see a doctor tomorrow, tonight you would wonder what was causing this, and who was working to cover it up.
> The CDC has so far cordoned off the town, they would have some motives to keep panic from this outbreak from spreading, but they hadn't done anything like this before.
> Come to think of it, the only people they've sent in got infected themselves, even through sealed hazard suits. So yeah, it was very likely that the CDC has cut you off.
> Of course, there is another group that is worthy of suspicion.
> People who were sick the same as you, or anyone else now, but have since made full recoveries in what seemed like an instant. One day they looked ready to literally fall apart, the next they were perfectly healthy.
> Your best friend now belonged of this group. You had only talked to him once since he "got better", and as expected there was something deeply off about him.
> Not in his demeanor or patterns of speech, just that when you got done talking to him in the park, you felt drained and even injured, for some reason, you could easily attribute this to him.
> You sat there on the bench for an hour doing or thinking nothing in particular. Eventually you got up and stumbled to your car, and made your may home barely avoiding wrapping the mini-pickup around a tree.
> But why would those people, if they could still be called that, want to cut off the town?
> You picked up the can of diet soda and sucked down the last drop of the watery substance hoping for a flavor besides the can, and then scolded yourself for avoiding an obvious conclusion.
> Whatever your friend was now, and the others like him, they wanted the outbreak to run it's course.
> Now you put some thought to the cause for all this quiet madness. The general consensus was nuclear radiation, of course, no one had any idea as to what might be the source of it.
> Another theory is that the government or aliens are experimenting on us.
> Strangely enough, the latter was seeming more plausible at the moment.
> Ultimately, it didn't matter to you what caused this, what mattered most was that everyone was dying or worse, and that no one who cared about that could do anything to stop it.
> You made a valiant attempt to dismount from your computer chair with some amount of grace, but you instead found yourself crawling on the floor towards your much abused couch bed.
> Your eyes drifted to the windows and searched deeply for any silhouettes outside, lately you'd always felt watched at night. You kept this up until you unwittingly found unconsciousness.
> Knowing what you do now, it would have been more prudent to check you apartment first.