The End: Story One - The Sickness By: David K. Montoya


The End: Story One
The Sickness
By: David K. Montoya

There's a rumor that in Montana, people are gathering, what few of us there are left, to start a new civilization--to start from scratch and rebuild our world. This new city is called HAVEN, for it would be a safe haven for all of mankind.

So, I did the only thing I could do. My children and I, we collected what little we had and headed out to find this city of dreams. The problem with this adventure was, the only way we could get there was to go straight though Corpseland.

Corpseland is where some of the Unlucky Survivors remained. See, not everyone who got The Sickness died. Those poor souls who lived through the illness, well, their bodies survived, but their minds didn't. The best way to describe them would simply be to call them Zombies.

No, not like in the movies. They aren't stiff-legged and don't eat your brains, at least not specifically. They have just lost most rational thought and have reverted to a primal state. That makes them very vicious and very dangerous--much like a pack of wild animals. And there are more of them than there are of us.

When the time comes and we have to make our way through that hell hole, we'll be lucky if we make it out of there with our lives. But first, we have to head into Airepseh, the neighboring town, for supplies that we'll need for the journey. We've just about cleaned everything out of this town during the past few years. We also have to meet up with my brother and our two sisters, as we are all going to Haven, together.

My brother, Richard, had traveled to Airepseh after the rest of his family passed from the sickness and discovered that our mother had also died. Our father, however, had survived, but had become one of the Unlucky Survivors. Tina and Rose (our sisters) had locked father in a room, hoping that he would eventually get well, but Richard knew better. He chained our father up and took him to the outskirts of Corpseland and released him into the town. There, he will wander aimlessly with the other Unlucky Survivors, until the end of his days.


The night before our little expedition was to leave for Haven, we all sat around the fire. The mood was one of hesitation and nervousness. The kids (they're not really kids--Michael is eighteen and Maria is fifteen, but they will always be my 'kids') hardly said five words all night. I tried to strike up a conversation, but they would have none of it. They just sat there, staring into the fire, as if they were watching some fantastic television show. Well, Michael remembered TV, a little, but by the time Maria was old enough to really pay attention, there wasn't much television any more. I asked both of them what they were thinking about, but they both said 'Nothing'. I wish I knew their thoughts. If I could read their minds, I would know what was troubling them and maybe I could have some answers for them.

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