Surinam by Chris Morin
My wife started to get sick, really sick. Her body began
to swell and she was constantly dehydrated. I tried to call the doctor but
the phone lines were still jammed. I thought about taking her to the hospital
but from the looks of things on television they were full. I figured I would
just keep feeding her liquids and try to keep her warm.
FOX News had a report of an incurable disease spread by
terrorists. The disease was designed to target females by attacking their
reproductive systems. Those females who were sick were told to report to
their local town hall. They had a cure but unless you didn't get the antidote
within seven days the disease would be fatal.
It just didn't make sense. Why had all of the cars hovered
in mid air? And where had all of the drivers gone? It didn't sound like terrorism
to me. I decided to wait and see how things played out.
My wife started to feel a little better and she began
to walk around on her own. I asked her about the accident but all she could
remember was seeing me on the side of the road. The previous day had been
a total blur.
She lurched off of the couch and screamed as loud as she
could, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" I tried to comfort her and after
a few seconds she settled down and was able to fall back asleep. Every hour
she would wake up screaming the same thing.