Everyday he had lived out his normal life, get up, have breakfast, have a shower and get dressed but today was different. He went to spoonful the pasty white goo of porridge into his mouth, but then he stopped and dropped his spoon on the the floor it clanged loudly, he grasped his chest and pain and fell onto the floor his mouth went dry, his lungs burst out in thumping pain like two over filled balloons, his arms went numb and lifeless he scurried to the mirror he knew this was happening but not this soon he needed to find her. He grabbed a hammer and smashed the glass box labeled just in case early, from there he grabbed a backpack filled with canned food, canned water and a canned torch he headed for the door. goodbye old life.
