Ezequiel had been ready, since 6 a.m., since yesterday.The news had not been a shocked to him, yet there were so many questions left to be answered.
Why Tyler?
The first one and the most urgent.They had both been there, in the quarantine zone.
Both of them were now prone to develop the syndrome.Yet Ezequiel never manifested anything.Not a single symptom.Now Tyler was dead. Another name to the wall. Another number to the seemingly infinite amount of casualties this pandemic’s taken.He couldn’t understand why.
Cases were beginning to diminish.The blight was slowly burning itself out, with almost no new cases, yet there was still millions of people infected with James Carver Syndrome.
With Tyler gone, the social dynamic of their group had also died. How could he face them?
How could he live with himself, without knowing the answer?
Tyler was their leader, their friend. The strongest one. Now, they were all alone, with nothing to hold them together. A bleak future was at hand.