End Of My World
Nine months ago the world was taken over, not like in the movies with giant alien space ships and lots of gunfire and action, but in a quieter way. People showed up, beautiful people. They were very persuasive. When they kissed you, a simple touch of the lips to your skin, you were infected. The virus that had overtaken their bodies infected yours. True, you became beautiful and seductive, seemingly very happy, but you lost yourself. For a while the world dealt with theses people treating them like they had some new undiscovered disorder, but the truth was quite simple. It was an alien disease, and, just like the Native Americans and smallpox, our society was doomed.