The End Of The World?

The whole world was so preoccupied with the Corona virus, they didn't even notice the plague that was bubbling under the surface.

Some jumped up missionary had once again decided to illegally travel to the isolated tribe on North Sentinal Island, but this time, the man had survived somehow. At least, for a few weeks. No one knows exactly what he found there, as he babbled incoherently about a shrine and an ancient curse, voices in his head, and the chosen profit, the individual destined to rebuild society from scratch, better than ever before.

No one paid much attention to his chatter about the "new Noah", for it was far less noticeable than the disease that was taking hold of this individual. Boils on his skin turned from red, to purple, to green. After which they burst, and appendages began to spring from them, as well as a sickly coloured gas which the man began excreting from every pore, as he turned into something altogether separate from human.

It spread rapidly after that, and became clear rather quickly that no one was immune, although it's effects differed seemingly at random, depending on the individual- for some, it would mutate them into the multi-limbed, brainless, goblin-like beast that Patient Zero had become, or otherwise, it would kill them in a matter of days.

Frankly, that's the last thing I remember. Despite attempts to close the borders and prevent the spread, by the time a single positive case had made it's way across the English channel, it was already too late. The internet went down, the rioting began, and before I knew it, my family were sick.

I lived with my parents, my younger brother, and my two sisters in a small town near the countryside, but that wasn't enough to keep them safe it seemed. I remember feeling angry, at only just 20 years old, an average guy but with so many plans for life, I could've been anything really. Now it was all cut short.

As a clutched my dying father's hand, he apologised. "I'm so sorry son, I doomed you to a short and brutal life, it was selfish of me to even bring you into this world. Still, I hope you may forgive me, and I pray that someday I shall meet you again, somehow, I love..."

What cut him short however, was not his dying breath. It was me, who's head all of a sudden had begun swimming, leading me to collapse to the floor, losing consciousness...