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The bat struck the road with a loud thud, missing me by only a couple of micrometers. I had only two more hours of my precious life remaining, if only I could come into contact with any of these boys. The bat struck the ground once again. This time it managed to fling me up onto the player's shoulder. Close, I was very close to surviving, if only I could reach his nose...
I sat on his shoulder...waiting. I could see the long stretch of road in front of him, all empty except for some joyful faces bouncing around each other. They were happy, which was weird, considering how close they were to infection. I felt sad for them, we did not want to do this, make someone fatally ill in order to survive. Alas! it was our only chance, it was the only way we could sustain our population.
A shout of salutation made me snap out of my thoughts and I watched as a boy ran to hug the one about to bowl. Infected. 100%. He seemed perfectly healthy, but there were friends of mine all over him. Another boy turned into the road and sneezed audibly. The others cringed and put their hands out in front of them, warding him off. They shouted at him from far away, 'Go away, come back when you are healthy!' But he was healthy, he was perfectly alright, his sneezes just mere side effects of Karachi's dust. Little did these young minds know... but they would know...soon. When they would develop symptoms in the next few days. But it would be too late, we will have survived. They would keep playing everyday, chances for our kids to find new homes, how delightful! Not for them, of course, but for us, indeed!


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