Sitting up in my bed, I awoke to the sound of Buddy scratching on my bedroom door. Maybe he needs to go for a toilet? Dragging myself out of bed I opened the door to find him lying outside, poor dog, his age catching up to him as his fur was slowly turning grey. I remember when I first got him, I'm the one that named him. We were best friends, played in the garden every single day until he was 5 and suddenly the next day all Buddy wanted to do was to sleep. This was the only time in 2 years that he scratched on my door which was concerning. Where was my mother? Didn’t she come back from work last night?
I let the dog out and went straight to my mother's room, the bed covers were neatly folded and there were no creases except from the place Buddy always slept in. She must have one of those 24 hour shifts. After bringing Buddy back inside I went to my bedroom and didn’t bother to try and call my mum. I just simply got into bed and shut my eyes.
The same morning i woke up - this time the sun lit up my whole entire bedroom, it was a weekend so I can just catch up with how my mum’s work went yesterday and we can watch horror movies like we always used to. Even when I was 9. There was no smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen and I did not hear the music coming from it either. “ How strange. “ Mumbling to myself as I slowly walked down the steps and into the spot where me and my mother sat and had breakfast every weekend. “ Mum? Are you here? “ Stumbling over dog toys I reached for the remote and turned on the news.
“ Breaking news, a virus has been discovered. Nobody knows what this is but it started at Greenville hospital last night at 10:30pm. Everyone in that hospital died except one person, Rosilyn Gates. She announced that this virus is causing people to become rabid and dangerous, this virus is spreadable. The nurse is now in intense care due to the damage that has been caused to this brave woman. “ The woman was my mother… What happened? A virus causing people to become rabid? What the hell is this? My heart pounded so hard my chest ached and my breathing became narrower and narrower. What I didn't tell you was that Buddy used to be my service dog when I was 10 because of my extreme panic attacks. He left me alone because he knew and I knew that they slowly went away by the age of 15. My knees collapsed and everything went dark.