Days Of Death

It was the 78th day of quarantine. I was visiting New Zealand just as the outbreak started. little did I know when I would arrive it would be much worse when I got to the airport. there were police everywhere and what seemed like thousands of people. "all citizens please stay calm and go to the covid testing room on the right, we will be testing everyone" said a lady over the airport's massive speakers. everyone rushed to the room on the right. it was like a stampede. finally after what felt like forever I was finally tested. when they tested me the man looked puzzled. "uhhhh" said the covid tester, "I think we have a problem". after 5 minutes of waiting a loud voice came over the speakers, this time it was a males voice, "everyone evacuate immediately". just then a man with a hazmat suit came up to me and said "you have tested positive for covid-19". they then took me to a room, but this room had no windows, a metal door, and a single bed. every day they came in to test me for covid-19 and every single time it said i still had it. sometimes they would take my blood for testing as well. on about day 50 they gave me a note pad so i would not get bored and that's where I am now. just then a man in a hazmat suit came in and tested me for covid-19 again, but this time it said that i no longer had the virus. "that cant be right" said the man in the hazmat suit "it says you are negative for covid-19" "but you cant just wait covid-19 out". he tested me about 7 more times, but the same thing every time, negative. they finally let me free and i am now a free man. but just as i walked out the doors i wanted to go back into the room because i saw a tv with a lady on it saying "today's covid-19 cases count is 15,379,069. but I still left with a smile on my face. I was now a free man.