We were in another camp outside of Mayhew when the virus began to take hold. It began with me feeling weak and shaky. Just like when you're getting the flu. That's what I thought it was at first. I was seventeen. I couldn't be dying. Shit no. Things like that only happened to other people.
I didn't tell anyone, of course. People around here panicked if somebody so much as sneezed.
By the second day, I'd broken out in a cold sweat and was shivering uncontrollably. I hid. It was jut the flu, I told myself. I'd get better in a few days, then I could re-emerge.
By the third day I was too weak to leave my hiding place. It was around then that the hallucinations started.
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