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Rare Air

Part Eight

Drew went a month later.

The real shitty part about type two is how fucking unpredictable it can be. Drew was the king of outdoor allergies. It seemed like he was always sniffling or sneezing. He and a few others like him blitzed through our antihistamine supplies early on and as it became harder and harder for us to make it...
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Rare Air

Part Seven

Kelly was the first of us to go.

She went type one. I think most of us around the mountain had finally stopped bothering with the who made who, who coughed, who caught it, a while before that. Most just accepted it as her time. She had the cough, persistent and worsening, followed by fevers, chills, stomach ache, diarrhea, migraines. The...
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Rare Air

Part Six

"As for me, I did what I had been doing ever since that guy on the trail, ever since Sadie. I participated in people’s deaths."

"Type ones were obviously easier to deal with. Someone from our camp or another one of the smaller camps nearby would come along and list the usual symptoms and I would show up with my mostly...
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Part Five

"No one who has lived through these last few years has survived without a story to tell. Yeah, none of us were boring or everyday anymore. That statement alone is horror."

"Kelly and Drew, they were my friends and comrades. My compatriots as our apartment complex days grew short and it came time for us to join the bewildered world of...
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I made this post a few years back and a few years before that. I'll make this post once again. We are a community. No matter what letters you want to leave in or take out.

T

is always part of that community.

That part of our community is under siege, still is, always has been.

We've turned an uprising into a parade, where is...
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Part Four

Writing this all down now, looking out of the one eye I can still manage to see out of. I just can’t believe it all. I’m glad no one will be around to read this. No one should. Man’s last declaration shouldn’t be scrawled on some yellowed legal pad written in chicken scratch and covered in the mysterious stains of the...
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Rare Air

Part Three

Still and after that, the power outages came and the sirens blared. My roommates packed up their belongings and headed for a relative’s house. I was a boulder, unmoving. The worthless misinformation flowed when the electricity was on, neighbors in the complex were welcoming and held cook outs. Everyone loves you when you’re the one willing to do the dishes, I...
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Rare Air

Part Two

Masks in public places, keeping your distance, closing all the stadiums and movie theaters. Scarcity of everyday goods followed by rationing. Politicians whining about expenses and debts while good people die unnecessarily. Crazy assholes throwing tantrums about their rights like two-year old’s, as if a sickness can be yelled at or bargained with.

Sound familiar?

We all thought the same thing....
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Rare Air

Part One

The wind howls at the peak, it is a breathing monster that shows no remorse, forcing everything to move aside or be swept away. This wind is a banshee come to life from some old tale only to wreak havoc on all beings great and small. It whips and howls and drives sharp sheets of ice down on all beings without...
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