if this whole COVID-19 situation was a dystopian novel.

<a work of fiction written by Avia Maulidina>

it’s been weeks since the last time i set my foot outside. the morning air feels good, i’m pretty sure in different situation there would be people here and there enjoying this nice weather. can’t believe i’m the only one who does that right now. i, the very person who detested outdoor activities and would prefer locking down myself in my bedroom 24/7 than being out here.

had the pandemic not happened, i might still be that person. yet it’s here, the new virus that has caused so many deaths all over the world. God, it’s here, in the middle of my thesis! what the hell. two weeks ago my friends and i were joking about this sad truth through whatsapp: the ones who born in 1998 always get a bad luck in the end of their studies. we got it pretty bad on junior high school—2012, our graduation year was rumored to be the end of the world! well, seems like the world decided to postpone it until 8 years later (OKAY, that was a dark one).

i wasn’t really bothered by the virus outbreak until i stopped hearing from my mom. mom works as a doctor at capital region hospital, she’s the one who is in charge of taking care the infected patients. she would contact me everytime she’s on break, but i haven’t heard anything from her in the last 6 days. i tried to call her colleagues but no one answered. and now, with the government’s decision to lockdown the capital starting from tomorrow, i have no choice but to go to the capital and search for her. after all this chaos, i don’t know if i could ever see her again. i don’t know if i’ll live long enough to see her.

because i’m pretty sure i already am infected.[]