Empty Quarintine

Awake:
"Angelice good morning!"
Awake:
"Angelice?"
Awake:
"Where are you?"
Panic:
"Angelice! Sydney! Cory!"
Running:
"You guys where are you?"
Searching:
"Please tell me where you are!"
Yelling:
"Angelice!!!!"
"Sydney!!!!"
"Cory!!!"
Driving:
"Why are there no cars on the streets?"
Panic:
"Where are all the people? Why are all the stores empty? Why does my cell phone not work?"
Crying:
"Where am I? What happened? Why am I the only one here?"
Alone:
"I want to know what is going on!"

Rubbing my eyes, stuck together from deep sleep in late hour dawning I look out my window blurry and still tired. I head past my wife sleeping so beautifully and toggle down stairs to the kitchen. I get a mug of coffee and call for my kids to join me. It was one of those Mondays where I was just wiped out from a late meeting with the corp. I see my daughter and son who are twins but look completely different. My daughter grabs her lunch and so does my son out of the fridge and passes by me without a good morning. Then I scream out in urgency, "Good morning you guys!" They turn around and say, "Sorry dad, we are in a hurry, the bus us about to leave." I told them to hurry then and that I love them. They laugh back, "We love you to silly dad." The door closes behind them and I start getting ready for work.
It is almost time for me to head out to work and my wife is about to leave for the Hospital(she is a nurse). I give her a peck on her lips before we both head into our cars and tell her I loved her. She said, "You better be
home today, try not to work overtime."I nodded with reassurance. I
then drove off to work as so did she.


When I got to the doors at my work in the corp executives building for human environment detecting research. I must always slap a high five to the guard at the door, Mat was his name. I head into the office and start to organize the paper work for the lab research for today. Me and my detecting group are trying to figure micro organisms that multiply in the humid environment today that eat on the insides of the human muscles and organ tissue. In Guatemala it has gotten to be contagious and deadly these bugs we call tickers. Supposedly when interacted and diseased by these organisms they chew, swallow, and spit out the muscle tissues and organs inside your body. Therefore giving you a time limit if exposed to these bugs of about five hours exactly. Then you turn red green hues on your skin and die. We are hoping the word of this disease does not get out to the public press before we find out a cure for it. The objective is to combine acid with leaves of caradopia in the rain forests of Nashi and use the liquid drops from the nucleus of the leaves and confine a antidote.

After a long hard day at work I had looked at the time and it was so late it exasperated my thoughts. All I could think of was my wife being pissed at me for missing the Survivor show. I then got home and everyone was asleep already. I felt disappointed in myself. There was nothing I could do though but go to sleep and start another day at the corp. I snuggled upstairs beside my wife. I then reached for her but she nudged away from me. She was a bit aggravated from the fact I did not come home and be with the family. So I fell asleep and waited for the morning.



I woke up and I sort of just sat there on the bed ledge. I then brushed my eyes and headed toward the bathroom to wash my face. I then came back in the room to where my wife was sleeping and said, "Angelice good morning!" I then was in astonishment that she was not in the bed. I said in question, "Angelice?" So I headed down stairs thinking she was in the kitchen and nothing. Then I checked the backyard and the garage. I did not find her as I was calling, "Where are you?" So then I went into my kids rooms thinking they would know or that she might be in there rooms, ""Angelice! Sydney! Cory!"
I didn't find them. "You guys where are you? Please tell me where you are!" I then started to panic and got blurry in my paranoia, I screamed, "Angelice!!!Sydney!!!Cory!!!!" So then I decided it was enough with the damn house and headed towards my car to find them. My wife's car was still in the driveway. So I did not get where they were. As I was driving I realized there were no cars on the streets driving with me. "Why are there no cars on the streets?" I then went to every store near us and no one was in them, "Where are all the people? Why are all the stores empty?" I then decided to drive to my work and see if anyone was there. I drove in rapidly and no cars or anyone to be seen. I opened the doors wildly and rushed into my office. Nobody was there, I was alone. I screamed in fright, "I want to know what is going on!"Then when I tried to use my cell
phone to call her it wasn't working, it just gave me a busy tone. "Why
does my cell phone not work?" I then drove about fifty miles out and
all the stores and freeways and roads were empty. "Where am I? What
happened? Why am I the only one here?" I decided to lay my thoughts out for a moments rest at a nearby football field that my family used to go to on the weekends. I was covered in the emptiness of extinct feelings and the dust down below of nothingness. I sat there in one of the chairs in the stadium and stared out to insanity that billowed inside me. Alone and frightened as hell.

I headed back to my house after desperation and no service on my phone or any phone for that matter. I slammed the door silently to my house and withered to the floor. I sulked in what was going on. I was even wondering if this was a dream, or how about a nightmare. I even pinched myself and hit my head across the wall. I did not know what the hell was going on. I looked at the time on the microwave clock and it was already the afternoon. I then decided to turn on the t.v. and see what was going on with the freaking world. When I turned on the tv all it showed was static. Then I turned on the radio and nothing. I felt like I was dying quickly from the paranoia I was receiving. I headed to my wife's bedroom and picked up the picture on our desk next to our bed. It was a picture of the family and we were at the beach making a sand castle. I started to cry again and threw the picture against the wall, shattering the glass in pieces on the hard wood floor. I then noticed while looking at the glass pieces on the ground there was a note about the size of a post it on the floor. I picked it up and unfolded its wrinkled creases. It said in bold praised letters in black and red ink. "YOU HAVE BEEN QUARANTINED JOSEPH CACKLE."
I did not know what this meant at first then it hit me. When I was working with the detecting group yesterday my glove ripped on the glass shaver to seethe through the ticker bugs. My assistant noticed but did not react to it. I told him not to say anything and that it was no alarm. I knew that the bugs would not varnish my hands. Then as my my mind started to wonder back to what my assistant hand movements did, I remembered. He hit the button alarm under the counter. He quarantined the whole city from me. I could not believe this. I am alone and will die alone. As all this came to develop in my head, I started to feel less paranoid and more of the symptoms that I was ignoring from panicking started to hit in. I looked at my hands and they were green and red already. My throat felt like the lungs were pushing inside. I then could not move my feet no longer and collapsed. I looked at the clock on my wall and I had already gone though three hours. I was going to dye without even saying I loved her or kissing my babies. I then felt my stomach suffocate inside. I started to fall over to the ground and lay in nothingness. I did not want to die in this room. So I dragged my lifeless legs down the steps and slowly made my way to the garage. I saw the door handle and opened it with my hands feeling like they were going to fall off. I got into her car and fell into her drivers side floor. I turned on the car with the keys that were on the garage hook and put in the CD of the Beatles. I remembered when we went, me and her, to there concert together. That was when we met. I then remembered when she said she was pregnant after the mistake of doing it in the car. We were so in love we could not get our hands off each other. I started to cry when I thought about when she gave birth to our twins. I was holding her hand so tight the whole time she was having contractions. I told her I loved her every day when we were together. I always told my kids the same. I then remember holding my daughter and my son, both six pounds twelve ounces and so beautiful they were with the movement of there toes as small as my pinky finger. I miss them, I want my family back for at least one day, even one hour, or one minute.

I looked to the side in the cup holders and noticed a note. It was written by my wife. She said, "Honey I love you and everything you are has made me smiled and kept me going from day to day. The kids love you and will always love you. I can not live without your face and your laugh. I love you baby, I am so sorry. I will take care of the kids and everyday I will remind them of there wonderful father. I want you here with me baby, but the police are taking me away in any minute. I love you forever and ever baby. I will meet you in the sky my love." I bent down with my head in my legs and then started crying. My eyes were getting blurry and overwhelming to see out of them. I then felt my air volume stop. I could not breath anymore and my hands went numb. I kissed my ring on my finger and held it to my face. I glanced my last glance at the clock. It was five minutes after five hours already. I then spit out blood clots and my heart beat slower. Then circles of blood fumes filled my eyes. I then took the knife on the side on top of my hardware desk and shoved it straight through my neck slitting and gorging out blood. The note fell on the ground with my body.

Dead alone quarantined.