I wish there was more time, to finish the story I am writing. Here's the first paragraph:
Shit. Is it Strike Three, or my Lucky day? I am the last surviving member of humanity, after everyone died of the world wide pandemic that caused blindness first, and then, a week later, instant death. Oh, yeah, I just found out, I am blind. One second everything is all good, and the next? Total Blindness! There is good news, however. I just found out, I have become an expert in genetic splicing and regeneration. If I can hold on long enough, I can literally regenerate the recently departed, and, bring back my own eyesight. If only I can find a way out of my own locked apartment, and down to the lab, a mere block away...
Haha... Enough said really, no need for more. Although, I wonder if you'll get out of that apartment.
Ok, need more.
Oh, more?
but, that's for the Sequel.
Got to protect Box Office earnings!
Lol.