The Virus Part 1

January 19, 1967

“One drop of byertomicyal acid.” Matthew Buris said.

“Matthew are you sure you want to do this?” Violet Tyel asked.

“Yes it’s the new way of life.”

April 2, 1994

My eyes flutter. My alarm clock is going off. Ugh dumb thing. I slam my hand against it. I hope I didn't just break it mom would kill me. I take that back I really don’t care. My name is Meghan Tyel. Im 16 years old. Everything sucks. My dad died when I was 18 months old, and it’s just me, my mom, and my grandma. I get out of bed. Take my meds then get in some jeans and a leather jacket that's too small for me. My family’s always been poor. I put my long black hair back in a ponytail and go into the main room. There my grandma is sitting with my mom with a serious look on her face. “We'll talk later Violet.” She says.

“Ok mother.” My mom replies.

“Oh good morning sweetie.” My mom says cheerfully like nothing just happened.

“Morning.” I say sarcastically.

“Um- breakfast is on the counter if you're hungry.” 

I grab a piece of toast and smear orange marmalade on it. I shove it in my mouth, grab my black backpack, but on my boots and go out the door. I jump on my motorcycle and speed down the street. Not even looking back. I'm going to meet my best friend Victoria Burris. She told me to meet her on the corner of Huckleberry Lane. I get there about 5 minutes later to see Victoria with tears running down her face.

“What’s wrong Vicky?” I ask with confusion.

“I just found out something terrible.” She says.

“What?” I ask with concern.

“Are parents….” She says attempting not to sob.

“W-what about are parents.” I say with my eyes beginning to water.

“Did  something very bad Meghan….”

“That may change life as we know it.” Vicky finishes.

“What do you mean by that.” I say as my face is red and tears are now constantly rolling down my cheek.

“They have a literal ticking time bomb out there that's going to go off in 30 years.” She replies more seriously than I have ever seen her. 

“Then let's stop it.” I say.

“ Ok in the information it says there's a portal on these coordinates. 

Vicky then proceeds to show me a map with a black sharpie dot on it. 

“We need to go there and see how bad it is there.” I say with determination.

“I agree.” Vicky says.

“We'll meet up at the Riverplace Market tomorrow at 7 pm ok? Vicky Asks. 

“Ok I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“Bye” I say as I ride off to go back home madder than I have never been. 

I get back home and I pack a bag. I set out my clothes and go to sleep not even caring about my blank and cracked alarm clock. 

The next morning I get my clothes on and grab my backpack. I slam my door and get on my shoes blanking out whatever my mom is telling me. After I get my shoes on I slam the front door and start my bike and drive down to the market where once again Vicky is there. 

“Lets go.” I say as I hope in the front seat of Vicky’s Ford Probe.

After 30 minutes of driving and walking we finally come to a stop at this giant oak tree with the correct coordinates. 

“This must be it.” Vicky says.

“Yeah.” I say with a tear rolling down my cheek. 

“You got everything you need.” She asks.

“Yeah.”

There's a small hole in the oak tree that is barely big enough for me and Vicky to fit though.

“That hole must be the portal.” I say.

“After you.” Vicky says. 

“3...2...1..” We shout together.

I fall deep down into this hole with Vicky right by my side. We’re both screaming like a 6 year old on a scary roller coaster. We fall down and down and down and it feels like we're never going to stop falling. Maybe this wasn't the portal. Maybe we were just a couple of kids running after something that wasn't even there. I thought of all of these things as I was falling maybe to a different time era or maybe to my death. I continue falling down this hole for what seems for a lifetime. But really for around 2 hours I assume. Vicky and me land. 

“Where are we Meghan.” She asks, scared out of breath.

“I don’t know.” I replied.

“ It seems to be a run down factory of some sort.” I say.

“Yeah, there's the door we need to find out what day it is.” Vicky says.

“Ok.” I say half traumatized.

We head to the door, it's all rusted and stuck.

“What do we do, it won't budge.” Vicky says

“We do this.” I say as I kick down the old door.

“Wow” Vicky says as she stands there amazed.

“I didn't know you could do that.” Vicky finishes.

Me and Vicky go out the door to see these plants. There everywhere. All over the sides of buildings and the roads. 

“What’s with all the plants?” I say with my mouth wide open.

“Im n-not sure.” Vicky replied.

I spot a person about 200 feet away.

“HEY, MISTER.” I call to the man as me and Vicky run towards him.

“Yes lady’s, how may I help you on this fine day.”

“My name is Meghan Tyel and this is my friend Victoria Buris, and this may seem like a weird question but what's the date including the year.” I ask.

“Wait did you just say your name is Meghan Tyel and yours is Victoria Buris.” He asks.

“Yes but what’s the date including the year.” Vicky asks.

“I will tell you but I have one more question.” He asks seriously.

“What is it?” We ask together.

“Are your parents Violet Tyel and Matthew Burris?”

“Yes why? And how do you know that?” I ask defensively.

“Your parents are the reason we all live in despair.”