ncee writing

The Hyper Hour Stage

The first sign of the virus is melancholy. Sometimes I wonder whether it's the human brain opposing death or the human soul struggling to leave the fragile body when they die. Usually when I am about to kill them, my remaining sense of humanity makes me hesitate in doing the act and an opening glimpse of these people's lives flash on to me as their dead eyes stare deeply into mine. Too deeply in fact, I could almost feel their touch, and their warmth. It all reminds me of one thing - Momma.