If Dreams Were Real 😱

The Zyelic Disease

Idea from a dream: 29.03.17 - so everyone was hunting you especially for your blood like vampires on drugs.

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It wasn't too long before everyone knew. Before everyone had found out. Before the whole entire world was on the hunt for you because of something you did. You pick up the pace as you make your way down a dark alley way. They were on your tail, knives and guns armed to the teeth. "Hold!" one fiercely called, but you did not halt and did a freaky remover jump over the fence that was tall and shadowed you. The whole place was tattered with a horrendous amount of waste and buildings that had been decomposing from the uprising chaos. The whole world because of you was ending. A terrible disease has spread and only you can save every single one of them. You couldn't take the responsibility or taking your own life for those who chose to take their own lives for smoking. Only a few weeks ago it was all over the news. Headlines screaming Tabaco in cigarettes have been drugged with a drug called Zyelicionictiosan; which killed you fully and very slowly. It also became very contagious spreading around Europe, Africa and rapidly through America. Almost all countries have died out, thousands, MILLIONS already dead. Your eye catches on a flame that ichnites on an oil spill and zips into a car that was driving into the spill. It was like fireworks as it hits the flames and blew up completely, about a block wide. You run and take cover behind an old piece of rumble just big enough to cover my body from damage. Your ears rang with heavy screeches of mixed screams, fire and tornado siren warnings. You slowing sit up to find gashes of blood and ash painted against your light skin. Then oil was just flames making the toxic scene even more unliveable; and you make a run for the underground subways. It was New York themed but probably the safest place you could be at the time. You run down into the main part of the Subway. It was deserted like a ghost town.

You had to stop running and you hope they were far enough away. You could hear a faint white-noise of a radio and you find yourself looking into a glassed off TV store full of today's news. You watch the news with courtesy. "Hello I'm Claire Bryon with ABN02 with today's weather, sport and concern towards the Tabaco problem. It seems that each country is dead. America and Australia are the only known living countries in the world. The rest of the world is in chaos. It's dead," it shows a sky view of the world completely in flames and the oceans covered in black blood. You gasp in devastation, "what had caused this? Are you turning into a Zyelic? I'm here with Dr Cray Brownded with the report of the Zyelicionictiosan's disease. To you Dr Brownded," the screen switches to a tall old man with a white board, "the first stage of being a Zyelic is each part of your body has small grey dots. The second is coughing up lots of blood until you pass out. Stage three is much like a vampire but you become sensitive to the light and only feed on blood. Pass that instant death because the blood of a human has or will be infected by...uh..." a loud scream from the set fills the scene and the camera falls to the ground to reveal the camera man's face eaten almost completely off. You recoil in disgust and all power to the city was lost. You sat there in the dark with your phone. It was still at 100% so you make the daring move to text your parents to see if they're alright and to your boyfriend Max. You were separated at school when the chaos first broke out. You missed him; and felt completely lost and scared. No reply from either of them.

You sit there for hours, starving, thirsty and drained mentally from the pressure to save thousands. If to cure someone they needed a litre of your blood each you would die, but they'll live. A buzz interrupts your pity party and you receive a message from Max. Hope finally glistens in you and you read "In Mexico. Safe and sound. Love you Zo <3." Instantly you call him, already needed to hear his voice. He picks up. "Zo? Hey! Omg you're ok" he says and you almost cry in complete relief. "Hey...are you ok? How are you in Mexico?" you ask and he uneasily answers. "Remember I was here with my Abuela because she was dying? Well she's dead now and it's hard without her, but I'm coming back over to America soon" he answers so naïvely and you almost burst into tears feeling the overwhelming hate and stress with this pain. "No! Don't come to America! It's even more dangerous than Mexico thanks to the wall. Please stay there. I'm coming over!" you yell and feel him already turn to confusion. "What do you mean, Zoe?" he asks again very naively and you cough feeling hypothermia strike from the night's cold air. "Just stay there...I'll be there in a couple of hours" you say and hung up before he could argue. Thanks to today's technology you were able to use your uncle's transportation temple device. Basically you had to put these small round grey circles on your temples and think of the place you wish to go. You do so and think about Max. You knew Max basically for your whole entire life, he wouldn't betray you or leave you for another pretty red head. He was loyal and handsome with his curly brown hair and deeply gorgeous hazel eyes. Just thinking of his appearance made your heart beat fast and it felt like he was there. "Zoe?" you hear a voice say and you open your eyes in surprise. It was him! You run and hug him taking the Teleportation Temples. "I've missed you" you say and he looks at you in half disgust because of your tattered clothes and probably smelly sent; you hadn't showered in days. "What the hell is happening in America?" he asks and you laugh. "You don't want to know." He nods confused but take it as a "will tell you later, need shower" situation. "Let's go inside to get you cleaned up." And just like that you felt complete.

After a refreshing shower you walk out naked to find him asleep on the bed. You cover up and get changed. You meet him on the bed and cuddled next to him. "So what's happening in America?" he asks and you gulp feeling pressured. "All smokers are dying and spreading a Zyelic disease. Basically zombie disease" you answer simply and he slowly backs away from you. "What?!" he says and pulls out a gun. "You're not one of them are you?" He asks and you feel a fog of betrayal mist around him and you. "Max...I'm not. I'm the cure for them. My blood has a high tolerance to the Zyelic." You answer but he doesn't put down the gun. Something was wrong with him. This wasn't like him! "Max. Put. The. Gun. Down..." you say sternly, but he doesn't budge. Slowly grey spots spread around his body and blood began to ooze from his mouth like if he was drooling for pizza or something.

"No..." "I smoked because of your disappearance. I smoked hard. You ditched me for some looser. Some looser called work." He says almost drunk with his slugged words. "You betrayed me Zoe...you bitch" he says and pulls the trigger. It hits you right in the chest. You felt winded and like your whole body were thrown into lava. Slowly everything became numb and he came closer to you. He deeply dug his finger into the wound and pulled a finger full of blood out. "Max...you asshole" you say and he sits on you in a position only lovers know. "Your blood with cure me..." he says like a creepy snake and licks the side of your cheek leaving a blood trail. "You wouldn't" you say and feel him gently lift your skirt up. "I love you Zoe..." he says and you look between you to see him ready to enter. Wittingly you kick him in the groin and make a run for the door grabbing a handy med-box with you. He was decelerated down by the pain so you made the run for the Jeep in the garage. You turn the ignition on and ram into the garage door taking it almost the whole way with you into the desert. The blood was gashing everywhere, you were a goner for sure, but you kept your foot on the acceleration and headed for an upcoming cliff. If you couldn't life with Max you couldn't live at all. You take the locket he gave you for your 13th birthday and held it in your hand. The Jeep flies over the edge and into the seemed to be forever deep canyon. Your whole life flashed before you and every memory filled with happiness and achievement. "You had a great life, so bad it had to end like this." You heard someone say and it was your parents. They were there! "We love you Zoe and we're sorry this happened to you" they say and just light that the Jeep was demolished and with you impaled into the wind-shield. 

The End.

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