4 More Miles

It was only about 4 more miles. All I knew was I had to be there before sundown. I didn't want to end up like the others. The thought still lingered in my mind of seeing my wife and kids as they suffered and eventually died. But not because of natural causes. They died because I had to kill them. If I didn't, who knows how many innocent lives would have been lost because I didn't have the guts to do what had to be done. That had to be the most difficult decision I have ever made. And even harder to carry through.

The virus didn't take long to get to our house. If I wasn't out of town on business, I would have ended up the same way.

Worse yet, the entire family would still be on the lose infecting others throughout our community. I guess, in some weird way, me not being home saved lives.

Now I just must get to the other town before the virus does. If I can get there, I can get help and set up some sort of quarantine in place to try and keep this thing somewhat contained until we can find a cure, if there is any. I stopped only for a moment to rest. My feet were killing me. Trying to walk this far in my goddam office work shoes was not the best decision I’ve ever made. My feet feel like thousands of small blisters just waiting to pop. As I sit there resting, I found my eyes starting to close. I knew if I feel asleep, I will probably sleep for a while. That was not an option. I had to get to the next town. But my eyes were so heavy. Just ten minutes, I thought. Just ten minutes of rest and I can continue.

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