The next couple of days were fairly peaceful for me, but I can’t say that for the city of Chicago. News stations worldwide captured the disaster happening, and the public grew anxious and worried. The infection, as they called it, seemed to spread throughout the state of Illinois. Millions of people infected, dead, or both. Articles of the zombie apocalypse or Armageddon littered the internet. Scientists, doctors, and public officials were on every television station giving their own theories as to what could be happening and what the cause could be.


Everything they were saying was wrong. The world didn’t have a clue as to what is going on and what the cause may be. Yesterday I encountered an article from a doctor who worked at Northwestern hospital, and was there when they brought in the man from the lake. I didn’t become too concerned until I finished reading his article. There was this gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach that didn’t go away.


Dr. Chad Hemming mentioned the state of the comatose patient they pulled from the river. Mentioning’s of blister like formations covering eighty-five percent of his body was similar to what I saw in person a couple days ago. He stated that no matter how many tests were ran the doctors just couldn’t identify the cause. They contacted the CDC, Center for Disease Control and Prevention, to see if they could come up with a result, but that was futile since the infection spread and there was no way anyone was getting into the city at that point.


They didn’t notice that it was contagious until a blister popped and landing on the exposed skin of one of the nurses. It was only after she turned manic that she bit someone, and the blisters appeared on her skin that they realized that it was contagious. Shortly after turning, the nurse killed a fellow doctor and several residents lying in their hospital beds. In the article Dr. Hemming mentioned how he was there to witness it all, and then barely escaped before the cops and firemen showed to contain what was going on.


The doctor mentioned that he thought the infection could only be spread physically, but then there was a picture in the article of him just a couple days after escaping the hospital. His eyes were bloodshot red, skin a yellowish hue, and small blisters were on his face. He continued stating this: “I wanted to let you all know that I am experiencing the effects of the infection. I didn’t have any of the blisters pop onto me, and there wasn’t an infected that had bit me. I was only in the vicinity of it all, and now experiencing this phenomenon slowly but surely. I feel my mental state deteriorating as we speak. This infection, or whatever it is, can be spread through bite, bodily fluids, and it is airborne. I’m uncertain if this is something we can contain. May God help us all.”


I immediately ran to the bathroom to check my appearance, but everything appeared to be normal. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that I recognized the blister on the back of my calf. I tried to cut it off and treat it, but more kept popping up as the hours went by.


Now I stare at my reflection in the mirror knowing that I’m about to lose my mind, and possibly die. That’s the other thing the doctor mentioned. Not all who go manic dies, but those who were killed by the manic are reanimated and infected as well. This was important information and there wasn’t enough people sharing the article.


I proceeded to share this on every social media page I was on, and hoped many people would notice and share as well. The thought of going live on Facebook while in my current state crossed my mind, but that was becoming short lived. Hallucinations of slimy bugs, roaches, and spiders crawling over almost every inch of the cabin started. I found myself swatting away even though I was still certain that I was not all the way gone yet.


A spider the size of my foot crawled up my arm and started biting me. The pain felt so real that I grabbed the steel bat and tried to kill it, but only ended up breaking my arm. That jolted me out of my hallucination…or so I thought. The room started to spin as I tried to make my way to a chair to sit. The last thing I’ll ever know is the room spinning before everything becomes black.