Allegory practise
America seemed to be disappearing from the news,less and less reports came from America and Mr.Davis began to re-think his trip to America but he paid good money and he would only get 80% of what he originally paid, this seemed to be a good enough reason for him to advance on his trip to America besides the fact that Mr.Davis was a very wealthy man.
Mr.Davis arrived at the airport, it appeared to be another normal day in an airport until he reached the fourth terminal, the only light came from the back of the room which appeared to be several meters away, and the room contained two people Mr.Davis and the flight attendant. Mr.Davis packed quite lightly, he assumed he would buy any needed resources, Mr.Davis was flying first class, but since it didn’t make sense to fly a whole aeroplane he was taken by a private jet.
About three and a half hours into the flight, Mr.Davis woke from his nap, he reached for the TV remote and turned the TV on and put on NBC news, the monitor faded to black, he typed in the channel number for NBC news again, but nothing changed, he waited a moment, nothing, he reached for the large red button which commanded the TV to turn off, just as his finger reached the red button, a message appeared on the monitor, “sorry, NBC is not available”.
The plane arrived at the John F. Kennedy International Airport, which was apparently the most populated airport, however it wasn’t populated at all when Mr.Davis arrived, Mr.Davis was the only person in the airport.he roamed about the airport, looking for an exit he took his bags and approached a large glass door, the doors where automatic but didn’t open when he came closer. He reached for the closest fire extinguisher and threw it directly at the glass door, the door broke, Mr.Davis gathered his belongings and left the airport.
Life stood still outside the airport, nobody was in the area, there were no cars outside one of the biggest airports in America. After several hours of walking Mr.Davis located a hotel that reached his standards. He entered the hotel and was greeted by a member of staff, this troubled Mr.Davis as this member of staff was the only one present in the lobby despite the fact that lobby was very large, Mr.Davis reluctantly went on to rent the premium suite for the rest of his stay. He reached his suite and unpacked his bags, Mr.Davis walked towards the mirror, Mr.Davis was a very frail man, he left the mirror, packed a small bag and left to roam America.
Towards the end of Mr.Davis’s stay in America he became ill, with 2 days left of his trip to America he frequently visited the doctors however he always got the same answer “you are fine Mr.Davis, you are no worse than the day before, or the day before that”, but Mr.Davis became more and more ill, He returned to England and went straight to sleep. He woke up and went to greet his neighbors but the all seemed to not be in a state good enough to answer the door. He became worse over time and visited the doctor, the illness was a an illness that had not been diagnosed yet.
A few week passed and the illness got worse, and the rest of the neighborhood was infected with the illness too. Mr.Davis was kept under surveillance and all the houses in the area were taped up which deprived others of access to other ill people, Mr.Davis had not seen the light of day for weeks, the illness wasn’t cured but was getting increasingly worse, up to a point where Mr.Davis’s eyes bled everyday, however the illness was apparently not bad enough to broadcast it on TV, There was proof Mr.Davis was ill however it was ignored by the rest of the world.
