Investigate The Light

"I decided that the only thing I could do was go and check out the light, after all, it was the only sign of life I had seen in I didn't know how long.

When I arrived in the alley, it took about twice as long as it would have usually due not only to my leg but also to the countless piles of rubble and debris that scattered the street. I looked around for the light again but couldn't see it.

I thought about my options.

Maybe I imagined it. Maybe I just saw a reflection of the dying sunlight in a window. What if... what if none of this was really happening... I mean, I remember the woman, maybe she did have a virus or something and when she scratched me I had cought it. I could be in a hospital bed right now- maybe I was dying, in a coma.

But that couldn't be true- could it? Why would my dying thoughts pick up where my life had left off. And why like this..?

Nothing made any sense any more.

I looked back into the dark alley. What was the worst that could happen? If this was all an illusion, a dream created by my dying mind, then what harm could calling out do? Even if it were true and no one responded, it's not like I could be embaressed in front of everyone.

And what if this was real? Dare I call out? If their was someone their they could have the same thing as the woman. The same thing as the countless piles of dust that lined the corridors of my mother's building. But what if their was someone, someone that hadn't been scratched or however else this thing killed...