Chapter 66: Pandemic strikes
David sat back in his gaming chair, the controller gripped tightly in his hands as he tried to focus on the screen. The game was intense, but his mind kept drifting, his thoughts lingering on how quickly everything had changed. A few weeks ago, he was playing at Old Trafford, under the bright lights and the roar of the crowd. Now, he was holed up in his small apartment, in his boxers, with a Chinese takeaway on the way. The mighty had fallen, indeed.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Ugh, finally!" David groaned, throwing his controller on the couch. He stood up, stretching and grabbing his mask from the table as he headed to the door. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t shake the habit of taking precautions, even if it was just for a food delivery.
As soon as he opened the door, he shouted, "Stay five feet away!"
The delivery person, startled by the sudden outburst, fumbled with the bag of food and dropped it on the floor. "Sorry!" the delivery person called out, quickly retreating down the hallway.
David rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but chuckle. "Right, thanks for the food," he muttered, bending down to grab the bag.
He shut the door behind him, taking a moment to stare at the Chinese food like it was a long-lost treasure. His stomach growled, and he eagerly set the bag down on the table, looking for the fortune cookies.
As he started to dig in, he couldn’t help but think about how quickly everything had changed. From playing at Old Trafford to sitting in his apartment, scarfing down takeout in his boxers, the contrast was almost laughable.
"How the hell did I end up here?" he muttered, taking a bite of his egg roll.