I started a pandemic- no an apocalypse. It was an accidental mistake! I didn't know my bossness was at such a level, that it was going to f*ck up the whole world! I blame my dark side for this destruction that I have no memory of causing. I only remember getting drunk as all f*ck and dragging someone home. Literally dragging them...
Ugh, in an emotionally unstable state and being bipolar doesn't help. There is no cure for this pandemic and most likely no survivors. There's like a 0.01 chance of there being a survivor other than myself in a world now filled with about seven billion people infected with the bossitronio virus.
One night everything was fine, and then I wake up and my roommate is trying to punch my face and screaming LIKE A BOSS!. It was awkward. I had grabbed a knife from my pillow and I may have, accidentally, possibly stabbed him.
But that's when I had realized that my friend was most likely the first victim. But with the people who are absolutely fine, for now at least, if they come into contact with me there will be a high chance they'll be infected. Another thing, the authorities will eventually find the bodies and figure it out that it was me. Even if they have their heads, they'll go after me. I'm screwed, I am at check mate.
I whispered to my friends dead face, closing his eyelids, "I'm sorry, my friend. I have a battle to fight, one that wasn't support to involve your end... by me."
I stood and closed the closet door. I went out the door, closed it, then locked it. I went to the stairs, got in the car, backed out and took one last glance at what was my home. I drove off and that's when I unwillingly changed my life forever. I had murdered someone and had started an unstoppable apocalypse. I was being trapped into a world of death and guilt as my company...