Today, Samantha Masseur looks out over the lake and embraces her loneliness... again.
She has not seen another living soul for 14 months, now.
Her 9 year old daughter, Linda, still has not contracted a virus... yet.
Her 7 year old son, Max, appears to be OK, too.
Herman, her protective husband, died from a virus 3 months ago.
They live like thick clothed hermits because they must stay away from the mosquitoes.
You never know which one is infected.
Today she will finish the final chapter in her journal of sadness and hopelessness.
She named it... The Virus At The Bottom Of The Waterfall!
THE VIRUS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WATERFALL (AN EXCERPT)
(Otter Lake, Michigan)
...Over a hundred years ago, human life churned like a turbulent waterfall at the end of a sick river... back in the year 2016!
Wars, strife, unclean water and the pathological self-imposed ignorance of many fed the sickness!
When mankind openly allowed the crazed few to politick disaster in the air and the water... death followed!
The viruses took over... remember the Zika Virus... remember Flint, Michigan... as the millions of virus poisoned dead bodies surfed over the waterfall!...