To Die or Not To Die

To Die or Not to Die

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Both my brother and I screamed out in the dead of the night. The pain was intolerable and we were begging for some kind of relief from this seemingly never ending scene from Hell.

Well before I start there, let me tell you exactly why I was in pain. Twelve days ago, both my brother and I, feeling a particular hatred towards the Total Government Control Act, snuck out to the battlefield from the alien war 10 years ago. There, we fell into some slimy, malleable material and unbeknownst to us, we brought back a non contagious, airborne virus in our bodies, while we were breathing in the germ infested air. Day by day, the world watched as our health deteriorated, while the government doctors worked furiously to synthesize a vaccine to this seemingly deadly disease so that if anyone else did contract it, they could cure them. It seemed, however, that any kind of cure, natural or not, was to leave the host’s body paralyzed for life. My brother and I were essentially guinea pigs for the government.

My brother and I are identical twins, so identical that not even our parents could tell us apart. All through our lives, we’ve had a special connection of sorts. We were so linked to each other that we felt what the other felt in times of duress. While we were growing up, our parents taught us religious beliefs that hung with us to this day. We were both God fearing and believed that this vaccine was the punishment for our sins. We also believed that belief in God would help get us through this ordeal.

It seemed as the government enforced medication was doing us no good. Regardless of that, my brother was doing considerably better than I was, being able to talk freely and even sit up at times. For me...

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...ch one of you two is older?”

“I am, I am!” I yelled out, hoping to save my brother from the vaccine.

“Well then, I guess we’ll be giving it to this one,” one of them said, gesturing to my brother.

I thrashed and wailed and flailed but to no avail. I couldn’t get out. I then saw someone raising a stun gun, ready to knock me out.

“Tell my brother that I…” I whimpered as I saw a white flash and that’s when it all went black.

I heard the incessant beeping of the hospital machinery.

“He’s alive, he’s alive!”

“But who’s going to tell him about his brother?”

“About the reaction to the vaccine?”

“Someone will eventually, I guess he picked the right choice, not taking the vaccine.”

“It might have ended up killing him too!”

As I tried to ask them what they were talking about, none of my body would respond. I realized then, that I was a corpse in a living man’s body.