Fields of Sorrow

The drenching rain was bellowing down from the dark clouds of the heavens, some think it’s the angels crying for what has happened here on earth, others don't believe in such things anymore. Some, don't have the time to think on things like that. Surviving is what most have on their minds most of the time these days. The days were many people held joy in their daily lives were just a distant memory, many are scarred mentally and some physically on the day the entire world fell apart. It was what most actually expected but, couldn't believe. A virus, many doctors knew that one would appear, that would be resistant to all forms of medicine including that of magic. It started out small, like most things do. It began during flu season and had the same symptoms as the flu, though the later stages is where things began to get scary. Those infected would be covered in pus filled boils around the skin much like an un-popped pimple, thus why people call it the Boils.

Occasionally, they would pop on their own or some idiot would pop them thinking it would get rid of them. The pus was a way to spread the infection, while the open boils caused horrendous infections that would melded with the DNA of the virus, creating med and magic resistant infections, killing the infected person in a slow painful death. The time from infection to death would be about three weeks.

By the time people were realizing what was happening, then it was too late. It’s ironic to be completely honest, we all read about these stories that these super viruses would eventually get us, but we were baffled when it actually happened. It caused mass panic in the major cities and sever distrust for others. It was about three weeks when the blood began to spill. Those whom weren’t the in the major cities had a bit of a head start, where they could fortify or leave. But, where too? At this point the entire country was enveloped in the virus and there was no escaping from it. Luckily, for my family. We stayed and fortified our small town, which came as a blessing and a burden. Of which, it’s hard to tell anymore. Ten years later and we are still here. Guess we are doing something right, but now; i can’t tell anymore. Blood has stained us all, and the rain won’t wash it away...