Creative Writing: The Virus

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a terrible headache and a burning throat. Glancing around the room I was in, I noticed my best friend Ada sitting on her boyfriend’s lap in a chair to the right of me. Upon seeing them, I felt something stir within me. Bloodlust. I wanted nothing more than to- No, I stopped myself. I couldn’t allow myself to think like that. I would never wish for my friends to die, much less for me to be the one who did it. Actually, I wanted that more than anything. I let out a groan of frustration at my contradicting thoughts. What was wrong with me? I’d never had homicidal tendencies before, so why was I now? Ada apparently heard me, because she bolted out of Dax’s lap and sat on the bed beside me. “Oh my god, I thought …show more content…

“Okay, well,” she started, pausing to play with the blanket on the bed before continuing. “A virus of some kind started infecting people all over the world. We don’t know much about it, only what the news managed to tell us before they got attacked.” I looked at her curiously. “We have no idea how it works. What we do know, though, is that the people who get the virus basically turn into mindless killing machines, attacking anyone or anything not infected.” My eyes widened and my body started shaking as I realized what that meant. My thoughts… I had the virus, of that I was certain. There was no other explanation as to why I wanted to rip my best friend’s head off. Dax got on his knees beside the bed when he realized that Ada was too shocked at my reaction to do anything. “Cassandra, there’s no need to be scar-” “Save it!” I interrupted him, willing my body to stop shaking. Luckily, it complied. “Dax, I’m sorry. I’m not scared, just the whole virus thing…” I trailed off. “I understand,” he said. I inwardly snorted. As if. “I’m just worried about you and Ada. We don’t want a repeat of what happened when you were on your way over here.” “Where exactly is here?” I asked. “My cousin’s …show more content…

“Well, we both know that those who are infected turn into coldblooded killers.” Well, not all of the infected, I thought bitterly. “I also don’t know how much you know about it, but I’ll just share everything,” he continued. “The infected are able to do everything they could when they were a normal person. In actuality, the only difference is that the infected kill people for no reason. I have no idea how it works biologically.” I pressed my lips against one another, taking in what he had said. A few seconds later, Ada walked into the room holding a glass of water. “Thanks, Auggie. I need to go. I haven’t moved since I woke up,” I explained. “Okay, I’ll let you go. Call if you need anything. Stay safe, Cass,” he requested. “Same goes for you,” I replied, before ending the call. Ada handed me the glass before sitting down beside me, smiling. “So that was Auggie, huh?” she asked. Knowing where this was headed, I rolled my eyes. “Ada, I’m only nineteen. I don’t need a guy, so please don’t start ranting about how I absolutely have to have a man in my life, especially with what’s happening now,” I proclaimed. Before Ada could respond, someone walked into the