Write about: the plague.
Why, yes, I do have a cold right now. Why do you ask?
I'd almost lost my voice by the time I had to read Max his bedtime story tonight. So maybe I should get to bed myself and maybe try to feel better in the morning?
My parents got into town this evening. Had a short get together with them here after dinner and we're planning on meeting them at the park tomorrow morning.
Assuming I'm still alive.
We thought we would be prepared. That all the policies and procedures would keep our country safe. Keep us safe. Quarantines. Medicine and doctors of the highest quality. We thought we would see it coming.
We were not prepared.
Not for this.
How could it remain dormant within the carriers for so long, yet remain so unrelentingly contagious? Why would it do that? For maximum dispersal and impact, certainly. But was it purposeful?
Does it have intelligence?
Does it know what it's doing?
Is it trying to wipe us off the face of the Earth?
Well, it's doing a bloody fine job of it so far...