Unconscious

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Disease can come from anything; even the air you breathe might be infected with something so deadly, it can shut down a city in a night.

Submitted: April 26, 2008

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Oliver looked up from his newspaper as the plane passed over his head, leaning against thegreasybrownbrick wall of the back of the restaurant where he worked. He frowned as the wind ruffled his hair and the newspaper, the secion that hewas reading fluttering away gently and landing in a puddle, quickly soaking up the grease floating at the top. He threw the rest of thepaper into the dumpster and looked up in time to see a low flying plane, the propellers whirling madly and the engines roaring almost enough to make him want to cover his ears. Low enough for him to see that there were two extra strange bulges at the bottom of the main body, and that it was too small to be holding any more than one or two passengers. With no airports even close to the restaurant, Oliver wondered vaugely where it had taken off from; that was the only reason to be that low. Once it passed out of his line of sight he shrugged and ignored the sopping piece of newspaper at his feet, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

He flicked the butt into the puddle, smiling grimly at the gentle hiss and small stream of steam that rose from the top of the puddle before heading back through the door and into the backof the kitchen, carefully walking across the greasy red tiled floors, knowing hurrying would only toss him onto the floor, and he hadn't brought an extra white shirt to change into, since the grease would soak right through. Picking up a tray, he sneezed as he was about to leave the kitchen, but managed to cover it up by ducking his head slightly at the door. Oliver sniffled slightly and then walked over to the corner table, serving them their dinner.
It was when the dinner service was at its busiest that Oliver noticed something was wrong; his lungs ached and his throat burned. As he served customers, the words wouldn't come out right; sometimes they would be garbled and choked, as ifhis tonguehas swollen, which it felt like it was. When his eyes began to water as if he had a bad cold, he escaped back to the bathrooms off to the side of the kitchens, his eyes and nose streaming. He locked himself in and looked at his own reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. His eyes and nose was red from whatever he had; tiny spider-webs of red veins crossed the whites of his eyes while water gathered at the edges. Oliver sneezed again and again, then collapsed against the wall feeling hot while his body shivered uncontrollably. A fever, and a bad one at that; he could remember when he had this as a kid.
He coughed, hard enough to shake his entire upper body shake and tremble. Blood sprayed out in front of him on the floor and down the front of his white shirt in tiny pin-point droplets, some of them coming together to form larger ones. His head lolled as another cough rolled through him, too weak to cover his mouth anymore.
Suddenly, Oliver fell over onto his side, writhing in pain. He began to scream, long and loud, as his body contorted itself wildly, his hands clutching at the air and his feet kicking in all directions. His spine curved up into a sideways 'C' but he quickly collapsed and smashed his head against the dirty tile. The move was repeated, sevearl times, blood coating the floor. Blood dripped past his lips and from the palms of his clenched hands. Finally, the convulsions stopped and Oliver's body slid to the floor liquidly with his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, resting in a pool of cooling blood.
Someone knocked on the door tentatively, the entire restaurant having heard the screams, "Hello? Are you okay in there?" When there was no answer the knocking was repeated and then the voice sounded more urgent, "Sir? Sir! Are you okay in there?"
There waswhispered conversation, and then the doorwas smashed in and there was a brief and complete silence at the bloody scene. The screaming didn't begin until one of the people still at the corner table collapsed and started to seize.


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