The Charma Virus Monologue

A hush fall’s over the crowd. It’s as if we can feel their presence, even before they had arrived in the room. I’ve heard stories about them – glorious stories about their battles and triumphs. But I’ve never even come remotely close to meeting one of them or even being in the same room as them! I imagine that most people here are in the same boat, everyone’s heard the stories but no one has ever seen it for themselves. But today we would. Today is the day I can finally get to see them. I leaned forward as far as I could manage without toppling over, standing high on the tip of my toes.

It feels as if I’ve been waiting an eternity.

Suddenly the door swing’s open and I hear myself take a sharp intake of air. They are beautiful. Beauty that cannot possibly be described accurately. It’s as if they had been carved from gold. The silent room appeared to grow quieter. It’s as if we are all frozen. Entranced by their presence, like we are hoping they will turn and acknowledged us with a smile or a friendly greeting.
They don’t.
It’s like we are invisible. They stride right past us, their shoulders square and their heads held high. I can’t help but feel …show more content…
The virus started off small, isolated, but before we knew what was happening, it had started to spread. Those effected were called the forsaken. Once infected, they became viscous uncontrollable creatures. I was one of the lucky few, to live far enough from where the outbreak started, allowing us time to prepare. The walls were built to keep the healthy in and the forsaken out. People lived in fear, only leaving their homes when they desperately needed too. Of course, I hadn’t even been born when it began, and I was only a baby when they discovered the elite, but I still remember my parent’s paranoia. They were afraid – no, they were terrified, that what happened to every other city, would happen to our city. That we would become a