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That was before the virus had mutated and became more dangerous to people. That was before those who had gotten infected and thought they were over it went back or tried to go back to a normal life. That was before the football stadiums filled up again. That was before everything changed forever.
Trevon and Alfie stood in the street practically shouting at each other. When Juan saw them, he paused and stuck his head back into the door and grabbed his mask. The mask had become a vital part of societal norms. Not that the virus even existed anymore. The latest news reports said Jerry’s disease was the thing of the past, now they were stuck dealing with mutations of the original outbreak. But what would be next? Who knew? Most had learned throughout everything that the news reports were wrong more than they were right. Something was always coming next.
“Hey guys, how are you doing?” Juan said walking down his front steps.
“This is it, Anselmo told me this was going to happen, and it is exactly what is happening.” Trevon said barely nodding to Alfie.
“What’s happening?” Juan asked.
“Hey Juan, we have a power outage, and this guy thinks we’re about to enter a new world war.” Alfie said combing his fingers through his hair.
“My car won’t start. It’s fried. I’m telling you....”
“When did you have a chance to try your car?” Alfie said.
Trevon who was at the peak of being proved right waved them over, “Come on.” He rushed over to his car and nothing happened. Trevon came out of the car more triumphant than Juan would’ve thought he should be considering the implications. His arms outstretched as if he were a conquering hero.
Alfie didn’t waste time. “Juan, try yours. I just did a complete tune-up, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your car. I’ll try mine.”
Both cars were dead. They stared at each other, but Trevon kept talking. They didn’t really hear him. Talks of an EMP going off and frying everything became another backdrop for what was looking like an entire decade of grief.