He shuffled through the old dusty files hurriedly. He knew there was a way but he didn’t just know which one of the ninety year old books held the great secret. A secret that the universe needed right now. Beads of sweat came down his face. He was tired. Four weeks with only a total of thirty hours sleep was enough to drive a sane man crazy and he had survived it. Except he was somewhat crazy and he didn’t know it. He closed his eyes and realized it had been a strange mystic year and of all of his family, he was the only one who knew how to save the world. His wife Tasha, a Chinese woman in her constant contradictory red suit had walked out of his world promising never to come back. She said ‘I’m doing you a favor ken’ times were that bad.
When he closed his eyes that very day, wiping his tears, he promised himself, God and the animal sector of the United States that he would find kill that animal species that had multiplied in millions endangering lives of humans and other animals. It was four legged animal that couldn’t be killed or tamed. It stood on its feet in imitation to man.
During his sleep of thirty minutes to one hour, he always saw the animal devouring Tasha and that made him angry. Once he got the cure, he’d be richer than Kyla smith, world’s richest. A few hours left and he hadn’t gotten anything. Three months of existence and it had devoured over five billion humans. That excluded women and children in the world. If he didn’t find the chemicals, the recipe to make it, if no one did, there would be war and much more lives would be lost. ‘Thrust a knife into this being and its flesh would grow smoothly. Never saw it in my ninety years of working with endangered species of animals. Never even heard about this thing’ the CEO animal science ENT said scared. He didn’t live longer than that day. He committed suicide. ‘I’m not worth living if I can’t help humanity.’ He wrote in a note.
‘It is sheer terrorism’ the head of states of a far off country had said ‘its high time the animals rebel-’
He hadn’t made enough sense but the world took it. Parishioners started spreading the word of the end of the world at hand. 2100, the year tagged fulfillment was nothing but stress. Just as he was about to sit down for a minimum of five minutes, the books from the top most shelves fell to the ground. ‘More work?’ he asked himself and rang for the robot to come in.
She dropped a tray of rice on the table. He was repelled at the thought of eating anything. The hunger strike he’d been through had made him hate eating ‘coffee is enough to take me through the day’ he would say. He didn’t even know how his children looked like anymore. He knew one was lee but he had forgotten the others name. So much time had gone since the epidemic began. ‘Sir,’ she said in the robotic voice ‘do I pack up this books’
‘Yeah’ he said offhandedly then his eye caught something.
The scroll of all ages. Magnificently red and beautiful. Here, the secret to wipe off the animals lay. He hurriedly and excitedly still a little anxious caught hold of it and was about to start reading when he realized the scroll had been adapted to modern technology.
‘Before reading’ the voice said ‘eat something’
In confusion, he obeyed the machine and ate like three spoons of rice. He knew he’d eventually throw it all up. ‘Rest five hours.’ She continued.
He tried to sleep but he couldn’t. But when he did, he battled with dreams. When he woke up at the sixth hour, the scroll was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED
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