Novels by akulick1109

So the start of it all. I still see it today clearly, like a movie clip playing in my head over and over. I was on my way to my job as a forklift operator at a cookie factory on March 13 2020. I took my usual rout I always took witch was the highway by my house turn right on the bypass an left at the first light an boom I was there, only it didn’t work out that way that night. At the time there was a illness going around, at the time I didn’t think it was anything to worry about. People were freaking out tho buying all the toilet paper and other nonsense stuff like that. To me it was no different then your everyday flu. It was call the corona virus, it is a virus that’s been around for years in livestock. It had mutated over the years, even in the past there was SARS and even a Middle East version called MERS. To me tho it was just a respiratory

Before I go on I should probably explain why I decided to write my life in these journals, well truth is I do not have a whole lot of time left to live. The year is 2072, I am now officially 80 years old today and my name is Tom James Marks. Now one would think that 80 years old would be cause for celebration right? Sadly i cannot let the notion of only having exactly two weeks left to live. In this chaotic age we live in you only get two weeks after 80 years to get your affairs in order. Once you have, you then get to pass on to your next life through a quick ceremony. The ceremony can be one of two things either a quick bullet to the head and then the heart to make sure, or you get a hobo bag an get kicked out of our glamorous community that we had built over the years. Personally I choose the b