The Virus: Season 1

Imagine you wake up one day and everything you ever knew, your whole world, was gone. That is exactly what happened to me. My name is Andy Spencer and I used to live the average life you would expect from a gay senior in high school. I got good grades, I was on the school Archery Team, and I was applying for colleges. I swear I was a shoe in for Harvard! I lived in a cozy little apartment with my best friend and her boyfriend, had a great relationship with my mother and my father who didn’t live that far from us, and I had maintained a really good friendship with the guy I had been in love with since the seventh grade. Life was going good for me. Besides this damn pandemic keeping us indoors. That is until that day.

The night before everything went to shit, I had gone out with Blaire and a couple other friends. Blaire Carter and I have been best friends ever since I moved to New York in sixth grade, she met her long time boyfriend Drew Foster during our Freshman year and they fell in love instantly. Like, I’m saying they have one of those romances you’d see in those cheesy rom-coms, they have never spent more than a day apart.

Anyway, that night we went to a party held at Dylan Mason’s house. I know, going to a party in the middle of a pandemic is a horrible idea, but I’m still a teenager, we make dumb mistakes, okay? Back to the story, I have been badly in love with him since seventh grade. He found out and with him being a jock and all, he had a huge fit about it. “Why would I date a guy?” he said. “Do I look gay?” He asked. He then proceeded to not talk or look at me until he grew a pair and apologized in our Freshman year. That night I walked in on him playing hide the needle in the haystack with yet another young cheerleader. So, I decided to do what any other broken-hearted senior would do. I got fucking wasted.

I ended up having sex with some straight football player who was also drunk out of his mind. At the end of the night, Blaire helped me into her car and on the way home ranted on about the dangers of having sex with random people at parties. I swear there are days she is more protective over me than my mother. Seriously, I’m not joking.

When we got home she made me sit in the kitchen while she brewed some black coffee. I guess that is supposed to make the hangover not so bad? Who knows with her. She made me drink a whole cup of this gross black shit that made me about want to puke on her. By the way I have really good aim. After that she helped me change and get into bed and then she went to bed herself.

I woke up the next morning and went to the bathroom and blew some chunks into that toilet. Then I grabbed some Tylenol because my head was hurting more then Hades after anal. God, hangovers suck. I went into Blaire and Drew’s room to see if they were awake. To my surprise, they were not in there. I know that doesn’t sound unusual, but they hardly ever leave the apartment. So I grab my phone and I call her. Only to hear it ringing in our apartment. I check every room in the apartment until eventually I find her phone, and Drew’s, in their room.

Then I hear a knock at the door and go to answer it, long and behold, Dylan is at the door. “What do you want?” I ask. “Is Blaire and Drew here?” He asks. “No.” I answer as he just walks in like he owns the place. “Great, just great” He says. “I’m confused.” I say. He sits on the couch and begins to explain. “So I woke up today with a huge hangover and I found the girl I had been with last night-” I cut him off right there. “Okay, I really don’t want to discuss your big old nightly parade with sexy cheerleaders.” I say. “Are you slut shaming me?” He asks. “No, not at all.” I answer, sarcastically. “Okay, as I was saying…” What an idiot. Boys are such idiots. “The girl I had been with last night was gone!” He finishes. “Are you sure she didn’t leave because the sex was bad?” I ask. “Okay, number one, no need to be such a dick. Number two, sex with me is never bad. Lastly, number three, I don’t think she would have just up and left.” He says. “I don’t know, I would have.” I say. “That is a lie.” He says. “Bitch please!” I say. “Face it, you have wanted to get all up in this since seventh grade!” He says. “You have no proof.” I say. “Whatever.” He says. “Okay, so what are you saying? She just vanished?” I ask. “That is exactly what I am saying.” He answers. “Okay, Dylan, this isn’t some science fiction apocalyptic horror movie where everyone just suddenly disappears.” I say. “But Adam, look outside! I haven’t seen ONE person out during the walk here! ONE! And we live in New York!” He says. “I swear, if your fucking with me, you will no longer have the ability to make mini Dylan’s!” I say. “Seriously, look out the window.” He says. So I walk over to the window and look outside and I don’t see one person outside. “Holy shit.” I say. “I told you so.” He says. Then it hits me. “OH DEAR GOD! I’M STUCK ON EARTH ALL BY MYSELF, WITH YOU! OH WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS! OH WHY, WHY! AM I IN HELL?! DID I DIE IN MY SLEEP?!” I scream. “Wow.” Is all Dylan says and then he gets up and walks out of the apartment. “No, Dylan, wait!” I say. But he continues walking.

One Week Later.

It has been a week since all of this happened. Still no sign of Blaire or Drew. I haven’t even heard from my parents. I also haven’t seen Dylan since he walked out of my apartment a week ago. I haven’t even left the apartment since this began. I’m too scared to. I remember back in 2018, the show American Horror Story did a season about the apocalypse and they couldn’t go outside because of some weird radiation shit. I don’t even know if Dylan is still alive. I really wish I hadn’t said what I said, his company would be great right now. I mean the Wi-Fi and electricity still work, surprisingly. Didn’t see that coming from an apocalypse! But I am running out of food. At least I have plenty of water because the water is still on. I am seriously considering making a food run, but I know if I do, I am going to look for Dylan. I decide to lay in my room and watch some more Netflix and I eventually fall asleep. I wake up a couple hours later and get this feeling that I have to go out and look for Dylan and get food. Part of me wants to stay in my little apartment and wait it out while the other part of me wants to go out and get food and search for Dylan. I eventually decide it is time to go get food because I am currently surviving off Ramen noodles and I don’t know how long the electric will be on, plus, I better get these deals while they last am I right?

Luckily, it is summertime so it won’t be dark for a few hours so I grab a sweatshirt and my keys to my car. Thank god I filled it up before all this shit went down, then I drive down to the local supermarket. I have never seen the streets of New York so empty. When I get there I leave my car on in case I need to make a quick escape and I head in.

I grab a cart and start shopping. I grab the necessary needs, Toilet Paper, Paper Towels, Soap. Then I start grabbing food, and I go all out. Then I stumble across the booze section. Hell yes! I needed something to take the edge off. I am about to leave with the cart full of stuff when I hear a bang that makes me scream. I look around and I hear another bang that makes me jump. “Hello?” I ask. Then I see a body lying on the floor. “Dylan!” I say. He is lying on the ground barely awake covered in what I hope is not urine. “Oh my god, come on lets get you out of here.” I say. I grab another cart and haul him into it and push the cart with food and him out to my car. I put the food and stuff in the trunk and put him in the passenger seat. He is awake and sobering up.

“Oh my head hurts.” He says. “I know, I will give you something to help it when we get back to my place, but right now we are going to your place to get your things.” I say. When we get to his house I go in and grab some clothes for him, his phone charger, his laptop, and TV. Yes, I hauled his big ass TV into the car because he sure as hell isn’t sleeping in my room. Once all that is done we drive back to my place and I help him into my apartment and lay him on the couch. “I will be right back, I am going to bring in groceries and some of your stuff, and then we will set up the third bedroom for you tomorrow.” I say. After I’m done bringing everything in, I brew him some black coffee and grab him some Tylenol. I give him all that and then I make him sit up and I sit on the couch with him with a drink of my own. I’m talking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. “Can I have some?” Dylan asks. “Hell no, I’m trying to get you over a hangover, not give you a bigger one.” I answer. “Thank you for picking me up, I probably would have stayed there and drank to death had it not been for you.” He says. “You’re welcome, what are friends for?” I say. He looks like he is beginning to fall asleep, so I get up and put my bottle of booze away and grab a blanket and put it over him. Then I decide to go to bed myself.

The next morning I hear clanking and have a mini heart attack, but then I remember that I had brought Dylan here last night. I go out and see him cooking. “What are you doing?” I ask. “You took me in, the least I could do is make you breakfast.” He answers. “So, now that you are sober, tell me how you ended up at the supermarket drunk out of your mind.” I say. “Well after I left your apartment I was so pissed that I went to the supermarket to drink my anger off.” He says. “Well, for the record I’m sorry for what I said.” I say.

We then have a peaceful breakfast, and then we set up the third bedroom for Dylan. After that we both decide to have a little party and get drunk. We then started talking about our friends and family and all that. “God, I miss my sister.” Dylan says. “I thought you hated your sister.” I say. “I do, she’s a bitch.” He says. I start laughing my ass off. That is one thing I do when I am drunk, I laugh my ass off at the stupidest things. “What about your family? You don’t really talk about them.” He asks.

“Well, I was born in Florida, three years after I was born my sister Alice was born.” I start. Let me tell you some stuff about my little sister Alice Spencer. She is three years younger than me which means right now she is fifteen and a Freshman in high school. She isn’t a bad little sister. I don’t know what happened to her. “When I turned seven, we moved to L.A. because my parents got better paying jobs.” I continue. Here is some information about my wonderful parents Alex and Ally Spencer, they are the best parents in the world as far as I am concerned. My dad, Alex Spencer is a doctor, a very well know doctor in fact. The name Dr. Spencer rings a bell for most people. My mom, Andrea Spencer is a teacher at my high school. She teaches English for all grades. The name Mrs. Spencer brings a smile to most parents and students’ faces. “I spent first grade through fifth grade in L.A. when I turned twelve we moved to the city we all wanted to, here to New York. I have a great relationship with my parents. I actually really miss them.” I finish. “You know who I miss?” Dylan asks. “Who?” I say. “Caleb.” He answers. “Ew!” I say. Caleb Jensen is Dylan’s best friend. He is also the star jock of the school. I actually almost slept with him one night at a party because he was super drunk. But Dylan doesn’t need to know that. “I actually miss Blaire a lot.” I say.

We are both drunk off our asses now and talking about stupid shit when all the sudden we get on the topic of me having feelings for him back in seventh grade and that sobered me up. “I really don’t want to talk about that, Dylan.” I say. Then I get up and head to my bedroom to go to bed. “I know you are in love with me.” Dylan says. “What? That is not true. I have been over you for years now.” I say. Then I go to my room and he follows me. “You’re lying.” He says. “No, I’m not.” I say. “You don’t think I notice the way you look at me.” He says. Then all the sudden he kisses me. “Dylan, stop, you’re drunk.” I say. “No, I’m as sober as ever.” He says. Then we fall on my bed, kissing passionately. Maybe this apocalypse won’t be so bad after all.

This Season on The Virus:

The apocalypse has began, even though there are no zombies (yet), Andy and Dylan must figure out how to survive and locate their friends and family. Once they locate their family they must then investigate the disappearance of Andy’s sister. Find out what happens and how they survive it all in the first season of The Virus!