A cut-short story: The Virus

The virus washed across the world in its sixth tsunami.
Or what was left of it.
Flotsam and debris of ashes, syringes, human carcasses, fattened sleepy dogs, rotting crops, embroidered masks, and a silent smell, lay in its wake.

We few humans who had survived did what Nature demanded.
We took stock, and resumed life, picking up with what we had left.
The digital world.
Started reconnecting, networking, dreaming.

And then downloaded The Virus and clicked on Instal******************************