This is the 6 am news.
The traffic on the highway is due to a vehicle accident. The authorities recommend taking precautions and choosing another route.
On the other hand, the UN is celebrating: the "no more war" agreement has been approved. The world has entered a new era of peace.
In other news, the fever virus has begun to spread throughout the Thai country. Some say another pandemic could occur. Governments have closed all flights and routes to Thailand to prevent the spread.
—How annoying. I don't think it's another pandemic... although having a fever of 41 degrees is worrying," says a man as he turns off the television.
—Well, I don't have to give it so much importance. I better take a shower before going to work. Plus, today is payday, so today it's time to eat pizza —he thinks as he gets up—. The only happy day I can afford. It's annoying being alone, and my family so far away... but it's the price I have to pay for living abroad.
Look at me: short hair, black hair, white skin although somewhat tanned by the sun, black eyes. I'm 1.80 meters tall and I still don't understand why no one likes me. How lazy, honestly. But of course, I know it's because I don't speak the language of this country well.
How I miss the women from my country... One night I went out drinking, I met a woman and we had a good time. What a shame we can't achieve something like that here. I just work and send money to my country to buy my house. But how loneliness bothers… It's been three years without trying a woman. Hahaha… God.
But it is the price I have to pay to be able to have a peaceful future, in my country, with my house.
I have been here for three years now, in the United States, the country of opportunities. But no one tells you that those opportunities cost so much to get. Ha ha ha.
I am 25 years old; On December 4th I turn 26, and that is my goal: to return to my country.
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—Beep! Beep! Hurry, Lucas! We're going to be late for work! —a man shouted from a 90's Ford F-150 truck.
—I'm coming, fat José! And if we're going to be late it's because you're always late eating breakfast," Lucas responded as he ran down the stairs of the apartment complex.
"Yes, I know, Lucas, but as the saying goes: full belly, happy heart," José laughed. Besides, if I don't eat breakfast, how do you think I'm going to endure demolishing those walls until twelve with nothing in my stomach?
—Yes, I understand, José. But let's go before the boss scolds us," said Lucas as he sat in the passenger seat.
—Hey, Lucas, today is Friday... pizza day, right!? —Jose River—. I'm already savoring the pizza from the Italian restaurant on Thirteenth Street.
—Me too, José. It is the best pizza in the world.
—Hey, José... what do you think about the virus that is in Thailand?
—That has me worried, Lucas. From what I've heard, it has a very high mortality rate. Only one in ten people survives... and they still have no cure, no vaccine, no treatment. I hope it doesn't spread to other countries, including this one.
—I hope that too, José. But I don't know... trying to stop a virus that spreads through the air is very difficult. This is what happened with the coronavirus. We just have to wait for them to find a treatment.
—Exactly, my good friend! In the meantime, we are going to put in some good overtime before that virus arrives in this country and we have to lock ourselves in like in the previous pandemic.
That's right friend, but the good thing is that this year I return to my country, hahaha what a joy.
It's true, I'm going to miss you friend, even though sometimes you are so emasculating hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha----hahahahahahahahaha, fat José laughed and all the fat on his face was shaking like it was jelly.
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!!TAKE DOWN THE WALL, HURRY TODAY DON'T OPEN PAYDAY IDIOTS!! The foreman shouted.
What a bummer, Lucas muttered; José, he's like this because boss Luis doesn't masturbate today hahaha.
No! I think that if my wife didn't suck him today and that's why she has a bad temper hahahahahahahahaha
WHAT CAUSES YOU TWO SO LAUGHTER!? I ask foreman Luis.
Nothing, sir, personal issues, Lucas responded calmly to the boss.
Your personal things are put away after work, we are not here to laugh just to work! UNDERSTOOD!
YES SIR, both responded.
Lucas already left, hahaha that idiot has a bad temper...
Every Friday José gets like this, as if it hurts him to pay us and that's why he has a bad temper hahaha.
Surely he wants to steal our check, let him dare and I'll sue him! Ha
Hahaha, enough talking, let's hurry this up, it's almost time for lunch.
!clear!
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—It's time to leave. There will be no overtime, guys. "Here are your checks," the foreman said to the employees.
When Lucas's turn came, José was already waiting for him.
"Hey, Lucas, we should go eat the pizza already," said fat José as he waited in line for his paycheck.
—And why are you in a hurry? Why don't we go at night instead? It's only half past three, fat man.
"I just have a commitment to a girl," the fat man murmured with a nervous smile.
—You, with a girl, you fat bastard? —the foreman laughed as he handed him the check—. Most likely it's a chubby gay guy... or maybe it's Lucas disguised as a woman, hahahaha!
"Shut your mouth, you little shit!" —Joseph responded with his teeth clenched in anger—. That only happened to you, don't you remember? When you slept with the guy at the club. Did you think no one had seen you? How ironic of you! Making fun of homosexuals when you're the one sucking dick, hahahaha.
"Repeat that, you fat bastard!" —The foreman grabbed him by the neck, full of anger—. Those are pure lies you tell! Repeat it and you'll see how I bust your teeth!
—Enough, Luis! —Lucas intervened, calmly, separating José as if he were separating a child.
—Don't get involved, Lucas. Or do you also want to have problems with me? Do you want me to kick you out of work? —the foreman responded with contempt.
"Do it," Lucas answered in a firm voice. I'll still get another one. But remember something... if you throw me out, I will walk away with my head held high. You, on the other hand, with loose teeth, you shitty dwarf.
Luis remained silent for a few seconds, his eyes burning, and then he murmured:
—Get out of here. See you on Monday.
He said it as if nothing had happened, although the crowd of workers watched him trembling with fear.
—It's okay, Mr. Luis. Thank you very much," Lucas responded before leaving with José.
Once outside the place, Lucas asked him:
—Hey, José, why are you and Luis so angry at each other? What happened between you?
"The truth is, Lucas," José laughed, "I was the one who saw him with the boy from the club, kissing." Hahaha.
—Hahaha, I understand now. No wonder he hates you. "You discovered his secret," Lucas said, laughing with his friend.
—But seriously, José… do you have a date with a woman? Who is it? You hadn't told me about her.
—He just met her. Today is our first date, so I'm a little excited. She's from Guatemala, small, but with huge breasts, friend. Ha ha ha.
—Hahaha, you're a lost cause, friend. But I wish you the best of luck with that woman. Let's go get the pizza once, take me home and tomorrow tell me how the date went.
—Come on, friend!
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"As always, there are some lines in this huge pizzeria, friend," Lucas said to José.
—That's right, but it's worth the wait, hahahaha. They are too delicious.
—Cough, cough, cough.
—Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you coughing in my face? —Lucas spoke to a somewhat older woman.
"I'm sorry... I just haven't felt well today," the lady responded, somewhat embarrassed.
—Yes, but don't cough in my face. José, excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom to clean myself. Buy the pizza for me, I'll give you the money.
—It's okay, friend. And lady, please, cover your mouth when you cough; "This way you don't disrespect anyone," José said to the woman who was in line.
"Damn old woman..." Lucas muttered while washing his face in the bathroom. I just had to cough, with so many people in line. I hope I don't get sick...
—Lucas, over here! —José shouted from the truck, holding the pizzas.
—I'm coming, friend! —Lucas responded leaving the premises.
"Let's go quickly to your house," said José, laughing. I'll leave you there and I'm going to take a shower once and for all to go to my date with my future wife, hahahaha.
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—This is the 6 p.m. news.
The president of the United States reports that the fever virus has already reached American territory. He assures that he will take immediate measures to stop the spread of the virus.
The UN reports that the virus is already found in more than one hundred countries. The advance occurred in less than 24 hours, something completely inexplicable due to the speed of the spread.
The mayor of Chicago announces that he will begin the quarantine if more infected patients begin to appear.
"How lazy, honestly..." Lucas murmured as he got out of the shower. Another quarantine. Thank God I marketed for at least a week. Tomorrow I will buy more in case they activate the quarantine here in Chicago.
"I'm going to sleep, I don't feel well at all... it must be that shitty old woman who coughed in my face," he whispered, annoyed.
—I better make some ginger and lemon tea, to see if it helps me with this discomfort.
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-Aid! Aid! My husband fainted, I need help! Signals are down, I can't call 911! Aid! —a voice shouted from the street.
—What the hell are you shouting at this hour? —Lucas said as he tried to get out of bed—. What time is it...? He sat up with difficulty, feeling dizzy.
—Oh… what a headache I have… what's happening? Have I already gotten sick?
He tried to move his legs, but he couldn't feel them.
—No... I can't feel my legs... I'm burning with fever... what's wrong with me? Do I have the virus? Is it because of the old woman...?
—Ahhhhhhhh! —he cried, putting his hands to his head—. What is this pain! I feel like it's going to split my head! Ahhhhhhh! I need to call emergencies!
He crawled over to the television, where he had the phone.
—God... I can't feel my right arm anymore... what is this...? I need to call someone... I feel like I'm going to die...
"A little more... I'm almost there... not far away..." he said with a trembling voice, enduring the pain as he crawled on the floor.
He reached out and managed to grab the phone.
—What…what is this? Why don't I have a signal? Curse! —he murmured, fighting to stay awake.
"Mom... I'm sorry... I didn't keep my promise to be at your house in December... I'm sorry, God..." she laughed weakly, through tears. I'm so sorry, mom... I can't stay awake anymore... bye, mom...
He fell asleep while his body burned with fever.
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—This is my latest news.
I can't continue working or reporting to you. I'm trapped in the Channel 8 building.
It's been two days since the global collapse.
More than 93% of the population has died... or become night dwellers, or vampires, as I call them.
The 7% of humans who survived… please hide when night falls.
Scientists say that out of every hundred people who manage to survive the virus, only one has the chance to awaken a supernatural ability.
Any human being who has awakened an ability, the government asks you to go to Washington D.C..
They promise that they will protect them...
The animals, the plants... even the rain, have mutated.
That's what the scientists told me before everything fell apart.
They still do not know what causes it or what level of danger these mutations represent for humans.
This is all...
My name is Megan, I am the last survivor of Channel 8.
I don't dare leave the building. I do not have the courage to see the inhabitants of the night... and have them kill me.
So… he decided to take my life.
It's the best I can do in this hopeless world.
Bye bye.