Life

Life is something that everyone has, everyone except Jon Turner. A 2002 year old man who once was alive like everyone else but died from the plague. The plague devastated the entire world from one pole to the other. Jon has always dreamed of being a bird and flying away to a place far away where to gods lived, a golden paradise where divine spirits roamed the land. But alas, life is not fair like that life will kick you in the ass and not care, life has kicked Jon in the ass many times from birth to death. The only sweet relief from life was being with the birds. One day while Jon was with the birds throwing seed and singing birdsongs, a black cloud suddenly crawled through the sky and covered the sun.

"Shit"

Jon exclaimed. Jon stood up quickly and ran west towards his warn down house, it isn't much but it's a roof over his head Jon always said to his pet crow, "Sinbad" Jon called him.

"The plague is here already I thought they said it would be another hour."

Jon went to his bird to feed him but quick as lightning it flew out the window and into the forest.

"Damn!"

Jon grabbed his gas masks and ran out the door into the woods as well.