The Sun-Stopper // Prologue

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The Sun-stopper. Five years after it started. Prologue: James woke up in the K-C-Os building. It was freezing cold, and water beads had formed on the frosted window. The bed he slept in was small, the mattress ragged and stained. It had no blanket, nor any pillows. He was starving, and surprised that he was even alive. The building's fire was downstairs. He crawled out of the bed and hit the dirty floor. James wore a green sweater, black horn-rimmed glasses, and black pants. His shoes were Italian, but their value had worn away over the years. He was not homeless, though many may assume he is. The plague had taken hold of the world, and a small percent had lived. James was one. The sun, also, had been blotted out because of an event that happened during this disease. The event was called “The uni-speak" and was one the last prime minister, Prime minister hawthorn, attempted to eradicate the disease by destroying its main vector The sun itself. The disease did not magically disappear. What did disappear were most farms, except for those with small greenhousing facilities with grow lights and heat. And now the world was stuck in a permanent winter. Everything was. The disease, named SAR (Solar activated RNA) disease was a bacteria named SAR-F2. It spreads quickly, starting of like the flu, but spreads to the brain and heart. In the brain, it shuts of all off your emotion center and releases hormones to weaken your immune system. In your heart, it grows and lengthens into a long tube that eventually bursts through the hurt, leaving you to die and leaving more people to be infected. James was tired. He had the tests to do. He shuffled forward, a ploom of dust rising up with every footstep. The tests were, in a way, a way to see why they had survived. Why, the disease that infected everyone on earth, their immune systems prevailed. Today they were looking into hormonal signals. It was boring work, and anyway, survival was hard enough. James walked out of the room and down to the sitting room. There, he lit a fire in the grate. It spurred a bit for rising up and consuming everything in the grate. However, there wasn’t much in there anyway. He sat back on an ancient sofa and closed his eyes, feeling as if he could almost succumb to the ice and bitterness. Knock Knock Knock! Rang through the room. James stood up and opened the door. They're stood Meringue. Meringue was another survivor, a young girl around 15. They wore a steely gray sweater, a black jacket, and black pants and shoes. “Good morning. Or night. Or whatever it is.” James said to Meringue. “Hello, james. Do you have anything whatsoever? I’m hungry. Money? Food? Water? It's cold out here. The K-C-03 building is struggling. Two infants already died.” A pang hit James like a bullet, but he ignored it. “We may have some grain?” James said. He went into the ancient pantry room, with its dusty air and strange smells. He found nothing in there but two cans of spam, a few boxes of oatmeal, and a half ounce of rice. He picked up the oatmeal and handed it to Meringue. “Thank you.” She said simply. “The revolution begins with me and these oats.” They stated. Revolution? James thought. Well A revolution would be nice.