Personal Narrative: Manmade Virus

The virus had taken many lives internationally, after the release of samples into foreign nations to cover its origin in the United States. First it was a manmade virus from a military base in California, later causing the death of the American Empire. As I lay in my deathbed, I recall the beginning of the end. Hallucinations brought on by the virus, enhanced by the lack of oxygen and pain of death. It is the first day I fail to get out of bed. I stare at the ceiling, and slowly the dull blue turns into a patch of luscious green grass. I'm imagining myself as ten years old again, laying flat on the front yard of the house I was raised in. I think perhaps it was all a dream, maybe I dozed off and had a nightmare. My mother calls me in; her voice is fresh as I always remembered. I get up, look at my hands, my clothes, my old home. My neck is no longer bloated, the sweat has disappeared from my body. I walk inside, and I see my mother. She is knitting another scarf, but something is not okay. She never knew how to knit, she could never get the hang of the complex patterns. And her skin... Her skin is not regular. It is green like the newly cut grass on the yard. She smells of onions, but she always refused to chop them before mealtime. Always made my father do it. What is happening? I shudder in horror and stumble backwards; I now see that this is not my mother, it is an ogre. I scream, but I don't hear my voice. I shiver from the cold as the interior of my old house melts and my ceiling reappears. I am ill once again, with the …show more content…
I look in the mirror, and see myself wearing a jean jacket with pins instead of my camo uniform. And my eyes are red. My reflection takes out a key, which turns into a revolver, aimed at my forehead. I grasp my holster, but it's empty. But I didn't lose my pistol, I never do. It's on my bedside table, and I'm too weak and dehydrated to reach it. The reflection grins and pulls the