After being so damn careful, here I am, in a government hospital infected with this damn virus. Look, for me it wasn't supposed to be a big deal. Most people like me were sent home and told to sweat it out. Only the people with compromised immune systems were in danger of actually dying... but then suddenly Cyril lost his flippen mind and everyone that caught a cough needed to be quarantined under police guard at a "government facility" aka a government hospital - where I am now more likely to die because of something else I am going to catch here!
In the beginning it was cool. Lockdown happened pretty fast and our numbers were under control. It appeared that we'd acted swiftly and things would be normal by June 2020. But in the first week of May 2020, after the virus had done a second sweep through China, some scary shit started to happen. China went off grid pretty fast and there was a lot of speculation. No one... well, none of the general public, really knew what happened there, but one thing was pretty fucking evident, and that was that when the virus made a second sweep, shit started to get real. Something happens to the human body when it becomes reinfected...
Now, I'm one of those people that never really gets sick. Ja, I might actually have the bug, but I won't know about it. So I don't know if I caught the Corona virus the first time it popped up in March 2020. The second sweep of the virus came at the end of July 2020 and that's when the government started rolling out the new instant tests for everyone. The tests were mandatory. Everyone's bank accounts were frozen and ID's and drivers licences flagged, forcing everyone to get tested in order to become a functioning member of society again. And what do you know, I am sick! And do you think they'd let me call someone? Or even just go home first to, I don't know, get a change of clothes? No. They threw me in the back of a police van and proceeded to treat me like a hardened criminal with leprosy.
So here I am, a few hours later, waiting for someone to tell me what the hell is going on. My stuff has been confiscated, including my phone and ID (which we cannot go anywhere without since this Corona virus bullshit started). Also, this hospital is packed. I'm standing in a hallway that's stuffed with other patients, who are actually sick. I keep feeling like I want to faint for lack of oxygen - I'm constantly holding my breath - everyone is coughing and no one is bothering to cough into their hands or arm. One guy right at the end of the hall just collapsed. There's so much chaos here right now that I don't think any of the nurses have noticed, but I'm pretty sure he just died. The shocking thing is, absolutely no one seems to care. I care, but what am I going to do about it? Everyone is so nonchalant that I feel like I might actually cause I scene - which I don't want right now - if I ask any questions or even attempt to walk up to the man. It's one of those 'everyone for themselves' situations, I suppose.
I don't know what the fuck just happened but my ears feel like they're bleeding and I can't see shit. The ringing hasn't stopped but I'm starting to hear the sound of screams fill the air, and as the haze begins to settle, I realize that I couldn't see anything because the room is filled with debris. I think the hospital's been bombed. People are running in all directions. I instinctively start running too. I don't know where I'm going but I'm going. I end up outside the building and there's hundreds of us trying to make our way off the premises. I look back and true as nuts, the hospital is partially collapsed and on fire. We were bombed. I could have died! People are screaming and crying. No one looks alright. We all look like we've just stepped out of a WWII movie scene... and now I hear gunshots. It's confusing really. At first, it actually doesn't sound like gunshots. It sounds like fireworks. I actually found myself second guessing what I was hearing just now, but the woman next to me was just shot in the head and I got some splattered brain in my mouth, so it's definitely fucking gunshots.
I drop to the ground. I don't know if some people have followed suit or if they've just been shot. But everyone is screaming now and the crowd seems to be scattering. Someone just fell on top of me, he's a heavy guy and I can hear him drowning in his own blood on top of me. I can't move at all now, even if I wanted to. The pressure of his body on mine slowly squeezes the oxygen from my lungs. I'm struggling to breath and before I know it, I'm gone.
I wake up from what feels like a dream. Someone evidently pushed the fat man off of me, to check the bodies. I can hear the officers calling "clear". I only came to after I heard him call out, so it appears that my corpse like behaviour had him convinced that I too, was dead. I can't do anything right now. If I move, well, I don't know what they'll do to me, but I'm pretty sure that it's these fuckers that started shooting at us to begin with. And if they were shooting at us, maybe they had something to do with the hospital being bombed too? I need to wait it out a bit.
I find myself lying here, thinking about my entire life. I'm trying to think about things I wish I'd done differently, and things I wish I could do again. But I'm distracted by my skin that has started to burn. It must be dry, or even burned, from the bombing and all the debris. But fuck man, it's on FIRE. I actually can't handle it anymore. I have to get up. But if I get up I'll probably get shot. But I can't take it. I can't. I CAN'T. Someone else jumps up a few metres away from me, and starts running and yelling. Jip. Shots are being fired at her. But clearly they are pathetic shots because she just keeps going. And now another person has jumped up and has started running. And another! Oh my word, there's enough people running right now, I can get up, I might have a chance! I can't wait anymore, I'm on fire, I have to get out of here! I get up and start running. I'm so fucking thirsty I can die! I run as fast as my legs can take me. And it's amazing. I don't think I've every been able to run this fast in my life. I'm a fucking athlete. I am moving it.
I run right up to a man in police uniform, holding a gun out and firing shots in my direction. Am I scared? Am I worried that I might get shot? No. All I can think of, is his delicious, ice cold, juicy brain to quench my... wait what? Ah shit, I've already ripped his scalp off...
But who knew that brains were this refreshing? I give it a 4 out of 5. Would try again. In fact, let me grab another officer...
