December 25th, 2020

I’m a New York City cop. For the past three years, I’ve spent every waking hour of my life keeping the streets clean in this shithole state. When I first took this job, it was so much fun. I got to take down crooks, be in car chases, handle cool weapons, the works. It was, for lack of a better term, awesome. But all good things come to an end. I mean, I still do those things all the time, but after a certain amount of time, it just got stale. It lost all its flavor. It went from a fun job to just a job. However, I recently became a detective. Totally CSI style, just without all the drama. But with all that’s going on right now, I haven’t been able to enjoy it.

Eight months ago, the entire country went into lockdown. I’m sure you know why. I mean, by now you must have heard of COVID-19, or by its more popular name, the coronavirus. It all stems from Wuhan, China, but you already know that. What you might not know, however, is that once the virus had spread to Japan, researchers there had contained it, and done some additional testing on it. You see, they had tried infecting some parasites with the virus to see what effects the combinations could create. They kept coming up empty handed, up until they had infected a sample of genetically modified liver flukes with the virus. They didn’t know it at the time, but what they created was a super-parasite of catastrophic proportions.

They wanted to test its potential, so they put it in the liver of an organ donor who had gone braindead in a severe car wreck. They made sure to keep samples before performing a transplant to a young girl. Soon after, her health had shown remarkable progress. However, every night, she would wake up screaming for the doctors to remove something. The doctors dismissed the events as the girl having nightmares. Eventually, after such persistence with an event like this, they decided they had to do something about it. They ran blood tests and found that the mitochondria in her cells were evolving to an extreme degree. It was almost as if her body had gained a mind of its own. From then on, documentation of this patient’s affairs were kept confidential, but soon after, it was stated that the liver samples had gone missing. Then nothing. The new coronavirus had spread, and some people died, some didn’t.

You may be wondering why we haven’t heard anything about this, or you may be questioning my credibility. Well, as a government employee, I hear things from all over the world, and unfortunately, we are required to keep citizens in the dark about things like this. Our President tells us it’s “for the safety of the American people,” but really, it’s just to prevent public uproar. However, I can’t stay silent about this anymore. After what happened yesterday, I feel that you all need to be warned. I may risk losing my job over this, but this is something I have to do.

Last night, a guy I met at a bar took me out on a date to see the opera at Carnegie Hall. Not that it’s important, but it was clear he’d never gone on a date before. Aside from that, the show seemed to be going well. No flukes, no dropped lines, nothing. Everything seemed perfect, until the finale. The main love interest of the story had begun to sing. Her voice was beautiful. It was like that of an angel. Her voice was soft, but also held a sense of bravado. It seemed to have its own energy. Something wasn’t right. I smelled smoke. I heard a scream coming from the back of the theater. There was a man on fire. Who I’m assuming was his wife tried to put out the fire, but she, too, burst into flames. All this while the actress continued to sing. It seemed like she hadn’t noticed, and was completely oblivious to the situation. Another woman sitting a few rows ahead of the incinerating couple caught fire, then a man in the balcony, the orchestra conductor, the actors, and soon, everyone. Everyone had begun to burn alive. Everyone except me. Once the mass spontaneous combustion had come to a close, the actress stopped singing. She looked to me. I could read it in her face that she wanted me to join her onstage. I pulled out my M84F, turned the safety off, and prepared myself to shoot at any moment. As I began to cross to her side of the stage, she said this: "You're the only one who seems to be fine... You should be awakening soon... Listen... Your cells are trying to communicate... They're... calling out..."

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