It’s funny how an apocalypse can sneak up on you.
One day there’s just some weird flu down in Central America, and the next thing you know a quarter of your country is dead and it isn’t over yet.
It was a virus, transmitted by casual contact. After infection, it would incubate for six to eight months, symptomless but contagious. The symptoms, when they came, had a consistent pattern, beginning with a bad cough and a drop in body temperature, followed by the gradual loss of all five senses. Finally, the lungs broke down and filled with fluid- all the fun of drowning without the trouble of going into the water. It was invariably fatal.
Fatal, that is, to everyone except that handful of people who, like me, breathe through gills.
But what's the point of living if you can't hear, taste, see, smell, or feel? So forgve me if this mnuscrpt has typos...I can't be sure I'm hirting the corect keys -- hell, I can't even be sur I'm not typig on the dog. He could be gnawing my left leg and nut off, for all I can tel. And eating? I can't tell fish sticks from feces.
So what's my plan? Walking into trafic. If I can find the dam door.
Opening: Marjorie James.....Continuation: Ted Curtis