Immune

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Immune T. Rose


Slowly I wandered through the old forest, the wind blowing through the trees. The sound of creaking branches echoed through the night’s silence. As I took my next step I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. The wind rushed through my hair as I breathed in the fresh sweetened sent of wild lavender. As I passed through the small passage encasing the unknown beauty, a slither of moonlight slipped between the branches, lighting up a flower giving it the colours of the rainbow. I was reaching down about to pick the flower, when my phone buzzed. I sighed, as I watched the magnificent sanctuary, fizzle, into hundreds of little pixels. "Times up, Camil," said Dad, as he walked over and pulled off my glasses. "You spend too much time in that thing." I climbed out of the chair and unhooked the cords from the room’s walls. I collected all the precious pieces and placed them in there large box and caught up to dad. "Don’t you miss it?" I asked him. "Miss what?" He looked sideways at me. "The outside,” I replied. He gazed at me, his gentle brown eyes seemed saddened. "Of course I do, but there is nothing we can do," he paused for a moment, looking for something to change the subject. "Come on, we’re going to be late." he announce abruptly. We said our goodbyes, he headed to work in the technical department in SC­04, and I went to school. That afternoon I was walking back through the familiar metal corridor leading to our room. My ears burst like shattering glass, as the piercing alarm sounded, echoing through the halls. I covered my ears as I ran as fast as I could. Lights flashed and screamed me to go faster. I could see people crowding around a door. Some were crying, others just screamed.


Finally, the alarm stopped. I rushed towards the door and caught a glimpse of the room

I made my way through the crowd. I screamed as I pushed through the hordes of people, I forced myself to look through the window. The air escaped from my lungs and my heart began to burn, as if air had leaked into this room as well but it was only effecting me, choking me. Everyone behind the door lay still, their skin bubbled and the colour of crimson. Their faces and bodied were unrecognisable as humans. I fell to the floor. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my voice caught in my throat. I had heard rumours of what the air did to us, but I had never imagined this. The officers cleared the area and took people back to their rooms. They try to escort me but I kick and scream, refusing to leave. I sat there for a while. My dad was in that room. Anger filled my body. I ran up to the wall and started pounding wanting to blame someone for what happened. One Year later.... I can breathe. I can walk outside. Im free. I am back in my old room collecting everything I will need when I catch a glimpse of my old diary. I grab the worn book and flick to a random page. The day of the last accident. I begin to read, to remember…


I sighed as I shut the book and i looked up at dad standing on the otherside of the room. I couldn’t help but laugh. All the pain I had gone through at the thought of him being gone when he was with me all along. We were the last people alive out of all humanity. We would be together forever now. Wandering around the world. Breathing the air and being immune


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