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Creative Writing: Black Boy

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Alone, he stands in the middle of the room; surrounded by dark walls with nothing but a dim light bulb hanging above a table from the ceiling right above him. A man, with pale skin and blond hair that messily reaches his shoulders, blankly stares at the light. His beard, full and untamed, had spots of dirt and grime. He wears glasses that frame his deep green eyes. A dirty white lab coat overlaps his tucked in purple shirt and ripped blue jeans. Thinking hard, he tries to put together the events that had led up to his capture. He was just a scientist who was trying to find a cure for the disease, but the government thought otherwise. They thought that it was he and his team who had spread the disease even further. The government was looking …show more content…

Young? Mrs. Young? It’s Pe-” suddenly, his heart drops. Peter turns the corner and sees the Diseased, three of them to be exact, crouching, feeding at the end of the hallway. Their skin was falling off, they had eyes whiter than snow, with olive skin covered in blood. Peter goes quiet and feels true fear. He has never seen one before, but he knows that they were the Diseased. Never taking his eyes off of them, Peter starts to walk backwards into the previous room.( Probably thinking nope NOPE NOPE) After a few steps, the fear he feels grows even larger as thoughts race about who the Diseased could’ve been …show more content…

The smell, though stronger, no longer bothers him. The situation was too much for him to comprehend. Suddenly the old couple groans quietly. Both have a quick five-second spasm and groan again, but louder. Snapping out of his trance, Peter shakes his head and gets back up again while backing away. Hot tears roll down his face as the old couple start to move, having difficulty because of their broken, mangled bodies. They look helpless and desperate; Peter feels a heavy sadness in his heart, knowing that he can do nothing for them now. “I’m sorry,I couldn't repay the favor” he silently says with regret and walks away. Only a step away from stepping into the hall, he hears the Diseased around the corner snarl; Peter had completely forgotten about them. Being aware of his surroundings again, he takes precautions for his escape. He peeks out once and takes a quick glance at the Diseased. Sneakily, he walks away from them and into the first room. He heads towards the door and passes by the cracked jewels , never seeing them

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