A Year ago there had been more than a million inhabitants of the greater Denver area. Now there were perhaps seven or eight hundred. Who would have thought a virus - a quirky, Previously unheard-of-virus - could have killed so many so fast? It had hit almost everyone. Those who had died had simply fallen asleep, never to awaken. The survivors, affected conversely, had suffered a strange, more painful fate- eternal sleeplessness.
Shelia get me something to eat!
Beltran had not slept in ten months. Shelia was one of the rare cases, One of those few, as yet, remained untouched.
I hope this will be alright dear.
Get this slop out of here!
Trembling with mindless rage Beltran wanders into the living room. He gazes at the pictures of Timmy and Caroline. As he looks at the tiny faces of the children tears well up in his eyes.
If only I could sleep.
May I help you?
Yes dear if only your could.
No, thank you, darling, but thank you for asking
Later that night Shelia wonders if she should tell Beltran that for the last few nights she had only pretended to sleep.