Diary of a Swine Flu Victim (Day 2)

Day 2:

I woke up to another normal day, not knowing that this one was far different and deadly—much more deadly. I read the newspaper as I drank my morning coffee to see this horrifying headline: “Swine Flue Kills First Victim” The story went on to tell the tragic story of a 104-year old Mexican man of poor health who was on his deathbed and happened to catch the swine flu. He had died late last night. Causes of death were yet undetermined, but I knew the truth just like the rest of the world. It was the swine flu.

In panic at this stunning turn of events, I turned on the news. I couldn’t believe my eyes at what I saw. Riot police flooded the streets of Mexico City, wild flu-ridden pigs swarmed the streets, spreading their deadly disease, Mexicans young and old ran screaming in terror beneath their dust masks. It was total anarchy. "We're live from Mexico City where we are witnessing the end of the world. The first victim of the swine flu succumbed to its deadly killing powers last night and more are on their way. The only question this reporter has is: is there any hope for the race of men? For GNN news, I'm Chip Perkins."

I switched off the news and realized it was probably in my best interests to stay away from Mexico so I called up my travel agent and cancelled my weekend trip to Acapulco. Satisfied that I had ensured my long life and vitality I picked up my briefcase and headed for work.