Deserted streets. Hardly ever one or two lonely pedestrians, with their faces wrapped in bandages, hastily cross the street and hurry back to their houses, afraid to spend an extra minute outside. They won't touch each other with a ten-foot pole, won’t talk to each other even if they are good friends, they
just hustle by each other. People are in panic. People won’t get out from their homes, their TVs and radios mutter dark… something about a disastrous epidemic… something about fatal outcomes… something about the cure... None of these “somethings” sound assuring anymore.