Five years ago, we moved back to our old, aged farmhouse. Before we had moved to the city, this was the place we used to call home. We had chickens, cows, sheep, and many other animals. But then, a deadly virus come out and killed all the animals we had raised with love and care. Then, we decided to move to the city.
However, things took a turn for the worse. That same virus mutated and started killing people. We realized the city wasn’t safe anymore, so we made the decision to return to the farmhouse. At first, I thought it was a stupid idea, but later I found out that the virus had never reached our farmhouse. It was the safest place that we can find.
As I stepped inside the house, I felt f nostalgic. I had spent my whole childhood here. Everything looked almost the same. I looked out the window and saw my dog’s grave. A photo of her stood behind it. She looked so happy in that picture. I missed her. She had also been taken by the virus.
I went to my old room and saw my broken skateboard in the corner. I couldn’t throw it away. It carried too many memories. That night, after we finished unpacking, I lay in bed and let my thoughts speak Can we survive this virus? What if one of us get sick? Am I ready to lose someone that I love? The questions scared me, but finally, I fell asleep. I was excited to see my friends again.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my sister coughing. She didn’t look well. Minutes later, she fell down. I was racing against the seconds, at that very moment when I said, ‘If only a miracle would happen…’ Just then, mom and dad came home. They saw her lying on the floor, her head bleeding. I panicked, searching for something, anything to stop the bleeding.
And then… a miracle happened. My sister opened her eyes and whispered my name.
But before I could react, everything started to blur. My legs felt weak, my vision darkened, and I fainted. I had caught the virus too.