Like Caged Rats

Chapter 1-Like Caged Rats

Chapter 1-

Come on, come on....

Please let this be the time!

I hold my breath as I pull back the curtain hiding my many cages full of rats. Last week I injected six rats with the disease which has brought England to an end. Then yesterday I injected them with the formula I have been working on recently, hoping I had finally found the cure.

I pulled back the curtain revealing the rats....

Shit. It hadn't worked.

I aggressively pulled the curtain back into place while cursing all the curses that I know. I had been working on that formula for months now and had such high hopes...

I screamed in frustration while wiping the table clear of all the test tubes and other equipment so it shattered all over the floor.

I was in my make do underground lab that I had set up. It was in the basement of someone's house and it had most of the things I needed as I had carted what I could from my previous residence. My bed was in the far corner of the room, made up of a single mattress and a few blankets. My few clothes were scattered around the bed.

Like all of the houses it was vacant. It's owners long gone. I stayed in the basement because it made me feel safer but there was nothing stopping the creatures getting to me. Not the locks on the doors or the stairs leading down. It was pure luck that I had survived this long but I didn't expect it to last much longer.

Argggh! I had hoped that would be 'the' cure. The cure that put an end to this hiding, to this constant fear. The cure that would save England. The cure that would save the entire human race. If I was caught than it was all over. There was no one else looking for a cure because there was no one that still cared.

The whole world had forgotten England had ever existed. It was a dead land now.

Which is why I shouldn't have just smashed those test tubes! I really didn't have any to spare or that I could just throw around. But sometimes I need to let my frustration out. It gets hard when you keep failing over and over again! When there's no one to talk to, no one to let your emotions out to....

I would definatly need to go out tomorrow now. I needed supplies and now I need test tubes. I hated having to go out even if it was in the middle of the day. The diseased could go out in daylight, they just preferred the night.

Getting the disease was very dangerous and I had had some close misses but it was necessary if I wanted to find a cure. To get a sample of the disease I had to get a blood sample from a creature which meant killing one. The creatures usually stayed on there own or were in pairs at the most. They weren't clever enough to realize they would be more effective if they worked in groups but I'm not complaining.

Arghhh. I just wish I had someone to talk to. It would make this unbearable situation just a little bit better. I wish I had my Father we could share our frustration together, like we used to. I wish I had my twin Brother so he could tease me about failing again, like he used to. I wish I had my older Sister so she could take my mind off the cure for a little while with her never ending chatter, like she used to. And I wish I had my Mother so she could make everything better, like she used to.

I miss them so much! They got caught when we were looking for other survivors. It had been about six months since England had been closed off and I new there wouldn't be anyone else left. But my Mother insisted that we had to keep looking. She had such a good heart; always thinking of others.

I was the only one who got away.

I then had to flee from our home because I new they would search for me. They would want me to join them so I had to find somewhere else to hide. They're out there somewhere looking for me and one day they will find me. Sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten away that day; I wish I had been changed with them. At least I wouldn't be lonely and I would still be with my family. Anything is better then this.

No! I have to stop thinking like that! The survival of the human race depends on me.

With a sigh I headed to my small bathroom which adjoins the basement. It has a bath, toilet and a sink with a mirror above it. I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection.

People used to say I was beautiful. They said I had it all, the brains, the looks and the personality. I was sporty as well. But now I looked different somehow. My once translucent skin looked pale, my long blonde hair which once used to look bright looked dull. And my icy blue eyes which were once my favorite feature looked cold and withdrawn. Water filled them, making my vision blurry.

I hated what the creatures had done! I hated how they had taken everyone I ever loved away from me! I hated at how good my life used to be and how much happiness had surrounded me! I hated how cold and lonely I felt now! It was like a constant ache inside my belly. Never going away and never leaving.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed at my reflection wanting everything to just end. My fist flung out towards my face before I could stop it. There was a loud smashing sound and then I felt pain in my right knuckles.

My reflection was now distorted. It looked better like that.

Damn, I needed to stop losing control like that. Letting my emotions out would not save anyone. I needed to stay strong if I was going to have any chance at succeeding.

I wiped my remaining tears away and wrapped my cut hand in a towel. I then made my way back into my lab/room and changed into my sweats which I used as p-jamas. I practically collapsed on my bed and crawled into my thin blankets trying to get warm.

My families face filled my mind as I fell asleep.

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