The Flare

Chapter one.

Chapter one.

2016, September 18th

Newt found himself in a bed. At first it didn't seem special at all until he noticed he was in an hospital. Was he ill? He couldn't remember. He couldn't renember much in general, he had to confess to himself. He tried to stand up, what ended up being a little heavy-handed.

How did I get here?

Looking around the room, searching for anything that could help him, he spotted the side of a news paper.

LONDON EVACUATED

London, England: 'The Flar' eventually found its way to the headquarters of Manchester. To prevent diffusion the whole city will be cut off national supplies. Everything around is going to be evacuated.

Newt furrowed his brows. What the bloody hell they meant by 'The Flair'? The word seemed familiar but as much as he tried, he just couldn't get a clear image.

God damn it Newt. THINK.

Blurry memories of screaming people. Broken glass. Some kind of illness. He just couldn't get any farther than these weird pictures of humans nerved by thick blue veins, sunken eyes and pale skin tightening over bones. Suddenly his stomach felt soar, he needed to puke.

A virus. It shot trough his head like a bullet. Of course.

Everything started spinning. He needed air.

More stumbling than actually walking he got trough the building. Why is no one here? Shouldn't be an ambulance the first place to go when a virus is spreading? So many things wandering around his mind. Questions without anyone to answer them.

Fresh air. Finally. He took one thirsty breath after another. He was so excited that he didn't even notice that it was terribly quit. No cars, no voices forming some sort of choir that's the first thing you recognize in a city that big. Just silence.

Newt moved on, now more careful maybe afraid to wake something.

It was scaring the shit outta him how empty the streets were. Here and there cars without anyone in them, left in panic. Some garbage lying around. That was it. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, not knowing where exactly he wanted to go. Crack. He stepped in something...weird. He repented his next move badly; he looked down.

"OH SHUCKING HELL!" his food was stuck in the belly of a rotten corpse. He had to puke again even trough he felt like he didn't eat in ages.

What happened here? I thought the whole town was evacuated. Why are there dead people? How did they die? Didn't they say the virus couldn't spread anymore?

The world started to get all blurry again.

"Hey!" he could barley make out the sound of the human voice between all these animalistic scrams inside his head. Newt felt something dragging him backwards.

"Hey, man! You gotta wake up!" he glanced at the person speaking. Everything he could make out was that it was a boy around his age, brown hair and eyes. "Who are you?" he mumbled and tried to break free but the other boy wouldn't let him. "It's not important but we have to keep moving, you get that?" - "Y-Yeah, I guess so." Still confused Newt tried to catch up with that ominous guy, not even knowing why they were running like gone mad. After what felt like a bloody mile they reached a massive building with a giant door out of metal fitting perfectly in the picture. "Hurry up, get in there! C'mon!" Newt turned his head for the fraction of a second and saw them.

Fin of the first chapter.

A/N:

If you like it, please let me know because I've already written three more chapters but of course I wanna know if you guys like it. :)

You will see that I swapped Thomas and Newts roles a little. And I wanna mention again that the story has been heavily inspired by the movie "28 Days Later" and the second one "28 Weeks later". I also recommend watching it. :D

So, there you go, you can find my tumblr here; http://maybe-moriarty.tumblr.com