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Esther was more than sick of peanut butter sandwiches everyday, but that was all she had to eat. It's only for a few more days. She told herself as she took a bite into the sandwich. She was tired of the taste, but se tried hard to swallow it so she could get something in her stomach. She had opened up Zeus' can of food with the an opener she had on hand and he was quickly scarfing it down just like he didnt every other time. Esther loved that dog, probably more than she had ever loved any human. They had grown up together, they were best friends. While they were locked away in the labs, many times Esther's parents would suggest that they start testing all the possible cures on Zeus, but Esther put her foot down each time. She wouldn't give up her best friends life just so they could test a cure that had a high chance of not working. That had forced her parents to experiment on rats and abandoned cats they had found on the streets when they went out to gather food for the week. They had found the cure on a poor grey alley cat. They had injected it with the Genophage and once the disease set in, they injected it with the cure they were testing. The next day, the cat was cured. None of the other test cures had worked except for this one. Well, there were some that made the Genophage go away, but it came back just a few days later. There was a few problems with the cure that Esther had sitting next to her on the floor of the boat. It wasn't tested on humans. There was a high possibility that it wouldn't work at all, but Esther and her parents were willing to risk it if it would save the human race.
Esther wasn't phased by the disease one bit. It didnt scare her, it didt keep her up all night. To her it was just another rough patch for human history. One that they would get over soon enough. Even though it had been a few years since the first outbreak. In her mind, the disease wa just wiping out the people too weak for the world or the people far too corrupted to live with themselves. If they were smart they would do what Esther's family did. Wear gas masks. Even Zeus had his own customed made one, just for him. They really didnt need to wear them at the moment, not when they were in the middle of the ocean and going to a town that was known to not have the Genophage, probably because it wasnt even on the map, but Esther was cautious. There was no way she was going to get sick. Not when her and her parents were so close to saving mankind. Plus she kind of wanted to make it back to her parents when this was all over. Alive.
The relationship Esther had with her parents was neither good nor bad. There was never any hugs or "I love yous" in the family. Not even between husband and wife, but they got along like a team, practically knowing what was going on inside each other's minds. It was a bond that was stronger than any hug. Sure they didn't confess their love towards each other, but they knew that they cared deeply for one another. Being away from them for so long caused Esther to miss them dearly. Her mind was set on getting this tiny town, making the cure work, then head back to her parents and tell them the good news so they could get started on making more viles of the cure for the Genophage. The mist deadly disease in human history. What a glorious moment that would be.
Esther loved being a scientist. She loved experimenting, trying to solve the impossible. And what was sitting next to her, the cure, was the impossible. She just could wait to jab that needle under someone's flesh and curing them. They would be forever greatful of her. Esther and her parents would become famous. They would become rich. The beauty of science. By the time Estger had finished the sandwich, the sun had begun to set. The sky was filled with bright hues of orange and pink. What a beautiful sight. This was just another thing Esther loved about being out here on the ocean. She got the perfect view of the sun set with no trees and buildings to get in her way. She was convinced she could live out here. Standing up, she brushed the bread crumbs off her and headed over to the steering wheel to check the coordinates to make sure she was still heading in the right direction. Everything looked good to her. Just a few more days and she would be there. Just a few more days and her family would be heros.
He lived on a street called Campo. It was a beautiful street where each house seems to stand on its own little hill like royalty. There were absolutely no trees literally anywhere. 415 was his house. It looked like it was the king of Hillcrest, but one would know by just looking at it. The living room is the first room when entering the house. This room was filled with very lively furniture. Comfortable, tan leather couches, colorful rugs over the bare wood floor, and a large display case with pictures, books, and many memories of friends and family. And one musn't forget about the enormous window that, during the day, would let as much sunlight and energy in the room as it possibly could. His sister's room was just as colorful if not more. The walls were purple and there was crazy chalk drawings on some of them. Her room was also decorated with strange little trinkets like little wooden boxes, incense burners, and her own artwork. He didn't really go in there much. Mainly for her own privacy. His mother's room was right next to his sister's room. There was not much of anything good in there. A boring bed, a couple of dressers, a bland nightstand, and a wide closet was all that was in there. He didn't visit that room much either. It wasn't anything to do with privacy, though. He just found that since his father's death, he hadn't been as privy to connecting with his mother as he had once been able to. She seemed much more withdrawn from the world and he found that trying to draw her out was almost an impossible task. She refused to listen to him. Her appearance made him immediately think of the walking zombie that he felt roamed the rest of the world. And because of her behavior, he had rather kept to himself whenever he returned to his own home. "Mama?" Bash called out again into the seemingly empty house.
When he received no answer, he grumbled incoherent words as he set out his catch of the day. His unappreciative family...they didn't care what he did for them. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't have any food on the table, any money to pay for what bills they had and other items that they had needed to pass their days away. He had already had to miss several of his college classes because he had been interrupted by activities he needed to do to maintain the money of his family. There was of course all the money that had been left behind to him and his family in his father's will, but it hadn't been accessible to him for another few months because of some complications that made no sense to him. And in that time, he would have to do what he needed to make sure that his family was supported.
With a fish on the cutting board, he began to skin the scales off. The smell was horrid, but he had been so used it because he spent his days around that certain day all the time. As he inhaled a chockful of the stinky fish smell, a slight dizziness overwhelmed him. His mind spun for a second and it was getting hard for him to focus straight on the knife and the fish before him. Blinking quickly, he felt that he was straight enough to return back to his duties. His hand snatched up the knife again, searching the scene before him for where he needed to cut. The image before him blurred a bit as he moved the knife to slice down the flesh. Instead of cutting the flesh of the fish, he pressed the sharp blade of the knife against his own hand. By accident, Bash had sliced open a large gash in his hand. The initial reaction was slow as he hadn't quite realized that his hand was bleeding. The pain only started to hit him a minute later when his eyes focused on the red, seeing that it had come from his hand instead of the fish.
The sun was slowly setting in the horizon, but it would be a little while longer before Esther got any sleep. She still needed to check the whether to make sure there would be no large gusts of wind or any storm tonight. If she steered the wrong way or even miscalculated the coordinates she could be lost a sea forever, but that was a risk she was willing to take to possibly save humanity. At least she was smart. She knew exactly where she was headed, what direction the boat was headed in, where exactly in the ocean she was, and how much longer it would take to get there. Exactly two day, eleven hours, and twenty three minutes. That didnt seem like a long time, but being out in the middle of the ocean with absolutely nothing to do felt like an eternity. Plus her only company was a dog, a dog that she loved with all her heart but human contact was necessary here and there. Zeus and Esther grew up together. Zeus knew when Esther was upset, happy, lonely, or just simply thinking. By the way he was pacing back and forth with his long legs behind Esther she knew he could tell she was bored. He wanted to play with her so she would be so bored, but it was hard to play fetch on a tiny boat and there weren't and chew toys for him. "I'll be fine." Esther told her dog under her breath as she wrote down the coordinates and compared them to the ones she made the night before, comparing the two they were making great progress. Just a couple more days and she would be the savior of the whole human race. Esther knew that without a cure the Genophage would soon wipe out all humanity. It was inevitable, unless there was a cure and there was. It was sitting on the floor of a boat in the middle of the ocean. That was useful. Esther set the old wooden pencil down and moved over to the steering wheel to check how much fuel was still in the tank. It was half full. She noted to herself to fill it up in the morning that way they weren't stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Esther turned around, finished with the things she needed to do for now. Zeus was still pacing around, but only now because he wanted to sleep. "Tired buddy?" She asked him and his ears perked up in agreement. Esther was a little tired herself, not enough to admit it, but enough for her to want to lie down and close her eyes. "Come on." She told Zeus heading over to where she had laid out blankets for the two of them to sleep on. It wasn't the most comfortable place I'm the world, but at least it kept her off the cold, hard metal floor. Plus Zeus warmed her up plenty with his large body. Esther got situated, letting Zeus lie down at her side before pulling the blankets up around them. By the time the were both comfortable the sun was now hidden from view, revealing the millions of stars scattering the sky. It was beautiful. Esther laid there a bit longer admiring it and listening to the calming sound of Zeus' breathing. This was nice, but it had to end at some point sadly. Every good thing always some to an end and that was a fact. Esther felt her eyes slowly shut and before she knew it she was under a deep sleep.
((Super short sorry -.- I feel like crap))
((Sorry, it's going to take me a while to get this up.))
How does one unintentionally cut himself like that? It wasn't something that just occurred randomly. He had had control over the knife and it literally just slipped from his hand and cut himself. Except, the knife hadn't slipped and he the blade had sharply slit through his skin. What was wrong with him? The mess of red covering his hand and seeping down his wrist alarmed him. His limb felt kind of numb at that point, not allowing him to feel the actual pain that situated with him cutting his own hand. The red liquid that slipped from his body trickled down in between his knuckles and fingers, finding its way across his nails and down onto the cutting board where the dead fish lay. Bash made a small choking sound as he stared at the mess before him but could not feel it one bit. Why couldn't he feel it? What was wrong with him? He really felt that there was something physically wrong with him for not being able to feel the wound that he had accidently inflicted upon himself.What made him loose his focus there? He had been feeling a bit ill lately. Not feverish or anything, but malnourished. He wasn't getting enough sleep at all and it showed it whatever he did. Whenever he would go out, it would always be a bit harder for him to adjust to the brightness of the sun or the trudging footsteps he made just to get to place to place from another. Everything was just getting a bit more difficult to do. He didn't think it was because he was sick or anything. Just tired and in need of a break. After all, he was still a young guy who had been forced to take on the responsibilities of his family that had been thrusted on him upon the death of his father. It wasn't fair but who said that life was ever fair? He knew it wasn't and he was literally a living example of why that was true. How could fatigue abrupt something so badly? It wasn't like the lack of sleep could put him off so much. No, something else was the issue.
The pain was running in like quick strokes of heated volts. His hand burned incredibly, reaching levels of pain he hadn't thought were possible. Of course, he knew that pain was indescribable, but he hadn't been informing himself that it was impossible to ever reach such levels. The blood continued to flow down his wrist and he was dumbstruck to do anything. Shocked out of his silence and stilted figure, he dipped his bloody hand underneath the faucet and turned the water on. It was probably the worst idea he could have ever come up with. The water only inflamed the wound, washing away the blood quickly, but only to be replaced with knew streaks of blood coming from the cut in his hand. The skin was swollen, oozing the red color that slipped everywhere. The wound pulsed as if its redness was so angry itself, coming to life and showing its emotion. Bash cried out eventually as the pain began to increase to higher levels. This finally caught the attention of his neighbor outside of the house, who had been gardening his yard. "Sebastian!" The older man's voice called out, knocking on the door.
He knew what everyone thought when someone started to show signs of being sick.There were never any good reactions as to a person being sick in town. Whereas back a couple years, it was merely a way of thinking getting sick was a bad omen or something, bad news for a family. Here, it meant the end of a family. It had happened once before and the subject had been shipped out of the town. Later on, the residents of Atrani found out that the man they had kicked out of town was merely allergic to some nuts and had accidently consumed some earlier on in the day. It was pretty inhumane of everyone in his town, because the thing that everyone had feared had in fact infected that man as soon as he had been kicked out of Atrani. Because of his allergies, he had been mistaken for being one of the millions infected with the disease that had slowly taken captive over the humans of the Earth. Genophage was its name.
The disease had been kept far away from their little town. While it was off killing several millions of people, their town had been safe from the deadly disease. Even just the symptoms scared people off. Fearing loss of memory and the intense muscle spasms started most of the precautions now left behind in the town. The mayor of the town had quickly made the restrictions on the town, cutting off nearly all the trade that was available to them in south Italy. They gathered supplies, food, and other items that would be essential to them now that they wouldn't be getting a fresh supply of things from the other cities and countries that Atrani traded with. There had been a year that the town had to ration off most of their food because their hadn't been enough to feed everyone.
This increased his business. Catching their own fish was tiresome and boring, but it fed him and his family. That was enough for him. Other families were not so lucky. They didn't have someone out there that could gather fish from the waters that surrounded them. Or perhaps, they didn't own a boat to go out. Some fisherman liked to sell the fish that they caught for a high price just so that the people in the community that could not afford a boat to go out and fish, could at least get a decent meal on the table with the fish sold in the local markets. It was the easiest method of getting food around there. Too bad that the only fresh vegetables and fruits that they could get in Atrani were the ones that the local farmers grew. And, none of them were keen on sharing with the others, but rather keeping it to themselves.
Bash nodded to the passing by locals as each one of them knew one another. He had quite the reputation amongst the settlers of Atrani, being a bit more wild and energetic. That was what had caught their attention when it came to him. It was also because of how close knit their community was. Ever since he had been a child, he had so many adults doting on him. "Mama, I'm home!" He called out as his hand shoved open the door to a coral colored house that stood amongst many others in the winding pathways. The house was quiet with only sounds of the television set humming with the words of the world news playing in the background. "Mama? Lena!" He called out again for both his mother and his sister as he set the cooler of fish down in the kitchen.