This is the year of 2050. Almost 2 years since the disease of ebola broke out in to humanity. Leaving most of the world population to decline. I have now made it to Argentina were were i soon hope to meet with my family and relatives. Heres my story, life was great almost two years ago it was the fourth of July platters of hotdogs and watermelon scattered over a large table. i could smell the fresh smell of happiness and smoke from the fireworkd my dad and brother were lighting off. But as me and my mom sat there in the grass absorbing the happiness a ambulance wipped by my house. i was questiond on what was going on. later on the news that day i heard about this infectcious disease going around it could kill you in less than 24 hours. It was called EBOLA. One of the worst illnesses know to man kind. The major sickness had already killed amost 20% of the world population. It was starting to spread rapidley at a pace never imaginable. weeks had passed and my family started to show symtoms. There was no cure. Tragicley i laid there with my hand still in hers, they were gone:(. There was no longer anyone i could look up to there was only me. i knew there had to be a stop to this and i was going to be the one to do it. i packed extra food and went into the abbonndond world of mine. i was ready for the rushin g of cops and firetrucks. but they eventully zoned out of my head. signs untracable on how this could of started. everyone was all dead all i could here were the screams and crys and rushing nursesw carring syrengies full of medicine in the hostpital. but hen my stomugh started to turn and i felt extremley dizzy. then i relized that i had passes out right on the sidewalk. in my dream i saw men in ginourmous white suits and wearing what appered to be a gas mask. they were bringing hospital beds with people on them but not showing ther faces they were coverd in white blankets. i then started to make out the shape of the people. thwere was a man a women and one little boy. then a chill went through my spine i relized that those people were my family. this was not a dream this was a nightmare my family was being pushed by men in strange suits. i started to cry and scream in anger i yelled how did this disease get to AMERICA!!!!!!!? There was no turning back the world as we knew it was coming to a end. i questiond why should i even stay alive?