The Plague
No one noticed as the epidemic became incipient. Even as people started dying from the new strain of bacteria, the entire society was oblivious.
I was the only one who could see what was happening and nobody would listen to me.
You might think I’m crazy and when the story ends it will turn out I’m inside the locked cell of an insane asylum. I wish that were the case.
Instead, I’m the last man on Earth.
I did some research after the plague. The most aggressive characteristic of the disease is that it shuts down a person’s mind so they are unaware of being sick. I was the only person to have an immunity.
Unfortunately for the bacteria, it evolved too well and now there are no more hosts for it. It’s as extinct as the human race will be after my death.
This is no solace for me.
Today’s story deviates in that it is exactly 150 words instead of 100. It’s something of an epic.
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