Bricks.
Dirt.
Dumpsters.
A dimly lit alley.
A haggard coughing broke out beside me. I scooted away from the infected human. A rat squealed as I squished its tail. I pulled my hand away and kicked it before the varmint could bite me.
I have to get out of this town. There's nothing left for me here.
My family had been killed by the plague one by one. I was the only one left. London was overrun by rats carrying the Bubonic Plague, or more commonly called Black Death. This outbreak was much worse than the one from 1347. Not to mention the fact that scientists had somehow managed to destroy all known cures for the Plague when the 3rd World War broke out.
I stiffened as I heard the roar of planes overhead. The Russian bombers were back! I ducked my head down as I had been taught. I swiftly crawled beside a dumpster as the planes whizzed overhead.
I shuddered as I heard the bombs whistle through the air.
Boom, Boom, Boom
They fell closer and closer. I contemplated running. Debris sprayed the area around me. The smell of smoke and burning flesh reached my nostrils.
Would it be better to live and be killed by the Plague? Or is it better to die swiftly from a bomb?
Those seemed to be my only two options. Sooner or later, the Plague would reach me. There would be intense pain for an extended period of time.
At least a bomb comes swiftly.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Closer and closer the bombs fell. If I was going to run, it had to be now. The next bomb would fall...I remained seated. I couldn't will myself to stand, to run, to live.
Boom, Boom, BOOM!
Blackness.
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Short StoryThis is a collection of my short stories! Poems are being moved into their own book, so be sure to check that out if you like poetry! This is updated spontaneously so don't expect too many regular updates.
