#WritcoStoryChallenge
#CoronaVirus
Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.
When was this going to end?
I watched as people panic and run,
My heart pounded as I look at the setting Sun,
I know what was about to come,
It comes back after a hundred years,
It haunts me that it'll come again,
I hope you're ready for what is about to come,
Because it depends whether you're in the game,
or left out of the game of life...