By Jay Adair
A brain tumor.
Six months to live.
I hadn’t thought about death before my diagnosis, even as I am bombarded by news reports of the virus’ spread.
I had gone to Catholic school where they taught ‘creationism and heaven’ after breakfast and ‘evolution and eternal oblivion’ after lunch. I am still confused.
I visited my aunt after the virus got her. Strapped to the bed, eyes distant, teeth chattering. When I offered my arm, she hesitated before her new impulses took over and she saw meat.
Is it better to be undead than dead? As my mind fades, worry fades too.
Very atmospheric.Gives a feeling of dread. Only confusion is whether a virus would cause a tumor. Not the usual case.
This is where word limits can be challenging! The virus actually did not cause the tumor – the MC was diagnosed around the same time that the virus was starting to appear, but they were completely separate events.
Very cool story – wish it didn’t end so I could read more!
Very well done! Would love to read more!
Love zombie stories. Well done
A conundrum! Nice concept.
I got it, but did have to read back a sentence or two to confirm (but then I’m a terrible scanner). Perhaps separating the two references at the beginning might make it clearer?
An excellent story. I speak as one who usually avoids zombies in fiction (and in real life).
I had the same thoughts. 😉