We live in dangerous times, and I already have a dangerous career. It's not safe for me to go out in public. Even if I wait until evening when most sensible people are at home, danger looms around every corner.
Sure enough, it's not long before I am recognized.
Hey, library guy! When will you be open like normal?
I duck for cover in the grocery store behind a bread display. Clearly, the madness is here, and my town is doomed and desperate.
It's no use. They still manage to find me.
Will you resume the D&D campaign soon? My daughter and I would love to play again!
I dash down the aisle, trying to avoid eye contact, and get in line for the cashier with my collar turned up around my mask so my face is obscured. I sense the madness coming, but honor requires payment even in dangerous times like these.
I turn to the cashier, money in hand.
Do you have the Twilight books? I need something to read!
I scream as I run from the store.
They follow, inexorably.
I fumble for my keys. Curse my habit of locking the car doors! Still, I manage to get in and lock it again behind me. But not before a crowd swells.
They surround my car as the disease rapidly strips away their remaining humanity. I recognize the faces preventing me from leaving. I am trapped, unwilling to use the vehicle as a weapon against my former neighbors and patrons.
The COVID-isolation-crazed mob begin to chant in unison, their voices quavering.
Booooooks...... Booooooks.... We want to reeeeead......
Craaaaaft kiiiiiitssss..... I neeeed craaaaaft kiiiiitssss.....
Gaaaaaaame..... diiiiiiiiccce.....
I scream again, but my voice is drowned out as they break through the glass.
It will all be over soon. I can't hold them off for long. The lug wrench from the jack handle is not suitable for melee. Goodbye, world!
OK, that may be slightly fictionalized. I had to have a go at 