Also I will now be updating on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays so I'll try to make the Thursday ones longer lol ok

Graysons POV // 100 days earlier //

My legs hit the floor with a thud, anger welling up inside me. My friends are known to be annoying all the time, but the time being 3am and me actually trying to sleep was pissing me off.

What could possibly be so important that everyone I know had to text me at 3am? I thought to myself. I sighed as I walked over to my bedside table, (even though it's was called a bedside table, it was halfway across the room) picking up my phone. As I took it in my hand, it started flashing again with texts across the screen from unknown numbers. I frowned. Sure, I would get telemarketers calling and maybe texting me sometimes, but this was insane. I squinted my eyes at the screen, trying to make out what the words said before another text came in. This time, I clicked on it.

Unknown number: It's a beautiful night tonight, look outside :).

Another one came in again as I tried to process what the message was telling me.

Unknown number: WOW! Have you seen the moon tonight? Open up the window and look!

I scowled at the rest of the texts, scrolling down my lock screen to see that my Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter said all the same things. All the notifications had something to do with looking at the moon. I shrugged, walking over to my window, but confused as to why EVERYONE in the universe started talking about it all at the same time. As I rolled up my shades to the window, my phone started buzzing in my hand. I sighed, looking at the number. It looked like an actual number though, from around here, so I didn't see why I wouldn't answer it.

I held the phone up to my ear as a shaky breath was heard in the speaker.

"Oh, thank fucking god, are you alright?" The voice asked me. I was baffled.

   "Um, do you have the wrong number, dude?" He didn't sound over my age, 17, but who knows. I decided to ask him the thing that was on my mind in the first place. "Hey, do you know what's going on with the moon tonight? Everyone's saying to look outside, and I was just walking to the window whe-" He gasped.

"Don't fucking move." He spoke. It was an airy breath, so silent I almost didn't hear it.

"What?" I exclaimed back at him.

"I said don't fucking move. Please, whoever you are, wherever you are, do NOT go outside your house. And whatever you do, please, just p-please don't look." He rushed. I sat down on my bed.

I breathed. I had no fucking idea what was going on. "Okay. I'm sitting on my bed, and I didn't look outside. Can you please tell me what's happening here?" I asked him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

  "The virus." He said with a shaky breath. "Someone, o-or something I guess, released a virus into the earth. Whatever happened took place at 3am sharp, and when it happened, it was awful." I looked down, confused.

"What do you mean? What did it even do?" I asked him.

  He didn't reply for a couple minutes. I thought he'd hung up.

"Hello?" I exclaimed nervously, terrified that he was gone, knowing that I had no idea what was going on.

  "Y-yea-yeah, yeah. Sorry. Um, th-the Virus. When people looked up at the sky and the moon, for some reason, I really don't know, they would get, um, get poisoned, I guess you could say. They see and feel something awful, in that sky, and ur influences them to go and kill other people. For example, leaving them phone calls and messages, stuff like that. Close friends who got poisoned will try to get their other friend to go look, too, and influence them by telling them it's beautiful, and it's all you ever asked for." He sighed.

I looked at my wall, his words finally sinking into place. "There is a virus outside my house that will brutally murder me if I look at the sky? WHAT THE FUCK." I screamed. "Wait, what's your name?" I asked, out of the blue.

"Oh, uh, uhm... Ethan. Ethan Chambers." He replied. "What about you?"

I gulped. "My name is Grayson Dolan. I live in Windsor, Ontario, and, thanks to your explaining, I am having a fucking heart attack at the moment." I gasped, sliding onto the floor.

  "Okay, Grayson, wait. We need to stay calm, okay? We may be able to get out of this mess." I choked.

"Ethan, how the FUCK do we get out of a virus that is LITERALLY EVERYWHERE?" I yelled, and Ethan was quiet. "I'm sorry, I'm freaking out right now." I said.

"Don't worry, any sane person would have the right to. But I promise you Grayson Dolan. I swear that I will eventually find you, even if you're the last person in this fucking earth, and even if I get hurt in the process, you are the only one who really cares, and I need to find you. I promise." He replied.

I smiled, despite the situation at the time. "Thank you, Ethan." I said. I tried re-adjusting the phone in my hand when Ethan was talking, saying something about the forest, when it suddenly went silent. I looked down in horror, my phone no longer on call. It was black, the screen, and I tried to turn it on. It wouldn't.

  I ran over to my charger in the wall and plugged in my phone, staring at it as I waited for the charging symbol to come on. As minutes went by, my head was starting to hurt as I got off the bed to turn on my light. When it didn't turn on, I panicked a little. Not only is there the most deadly virus going around right now, but all the power is out.

  I gasped as I remembered that I had some Advil downstairs on the kitchen table from a week ago when I was sick. As I bolted out of the room, looking for grip going down the stairs, I realized something. The house was silent. And I don't mean the paperclip type of silent, I mean, no heavy snoring silent, and no crying kids silent. My eyes widened as I thought to myself, they don't know about the Virus. Forgetting about the Advil, I sprinted back up the stairs to my dads room, slamming open the door. I gasped as I walked into his room, dad lying on the floor a few paces in front of me, blood seeping through his shirt...