When it started it was loud. In every direction your senses were flooded with the deafening sound of people screaming and sirens bellowing. But as the virus spread it got quieter. Only the occasional faint crack of a gunshot in the distance could be heard. Now everything is completely silent. Even the wind dares not disturb the silence as it brushes its way over the thousands of corpses that litter the streets. My name is Matthew James, and this is how I survived the C19 apocalypse.
In the old word I was nothing special. I had an Engineering degree, a girlfriend, and a pet dog called Winry. I, like everyone else at that time, had been indoctrinated into the romantic view that a successful life was guaranteed provided you worked hard, had a fulfilling social life, and brushed your teeth twice per day. I was completely unprepared. When the first few people got sick, everyone cared so much. Scores of people would care around the clock for these people - there would be hugging, kissing, crying and laughter. Emotion is a luxury of the privileged, I guess. Little did these people know that their 'humanity' would only cause the virus to spread more. It spread so fast that by the time it was properly noticed, it was too late. I survived the initial wave of infections, not because I was prepared, but because of luck. I had spent the last few months cocooned in my bedroom playing game after game of Age of Empires, completely unaware of the events unfolding around me. Isn't it ironic that someone can be so distracted by creating a fictional empire, that they fail to even notice real empires beginning to crumble around them. When I finally left my house to get more corn flakes and milk, the world I stepped into had already been scorched. It was at this moment I realized that I needed to uninstall the game and get supplies...
