[ WP ] A strange virus has caused blindness in all humans over a two week period . You are immune , but have n't told anyone .

I'm picking out a cereal when a women shuffles past me, one arm outstretched, the other clutching a gallon of peach cider to her ample bosom. Despite her slow pace and her questing bunny slippers, she walks right into a wet floor sign. For a moment, she teeters and then topples onto her, also ample, backside. 
 
 I could have warned her, I guess. But if I warned everybody in this town not to bump into things -- you know, brick walls, cars, lakes -- I'd never get anywhere. Sides, her little wobble dance was definitely chuckle-worthy. 
 
 I smirk and decide on a box of Lucky Charms. Lucky, like me, the only man on earth who's eyes still do what they're supposed to. 
 
 I come out of the aisle just as a middle-aged white guy stumbles into a rack of clothing and gets all tangled up in women's blouses. One settles over his head like a silky, white ninja head thing. I fail to stifle a laugh. 
 
 His face turns toward me. His eyes are unfocused, unseeing. His mustache curls down in a frown. `` Hey, somebody out there?'' he calls out. 
 
 I shrug and stride on toward the front of the supermarket. The rest of the store is empty, most people are n't desperate enough yet to brave the streets blind. 
 
 Except, I guess this one cashier person. She's about my age, and she looks Hispanic. She's minding the self-checkouts, standing behind that podium that's usually near by, a bored look on her face. She's the only staff I've seen in the store. I nod to her and then smirk at myself when, of course, she does n't nod back. Still, have n't gotten used to this new world. 
 
 `` Watching the store?'' I ca n't resist it. She rolls her eyes at me. 
 
 I ring myself out -- a pack of soda, some cheese, a gallon of milk. 
 
 `` Thanks,'' says the cashier. 
 
 `` For what?'' 
 
 `` Not stealing.'' Her mouth twitches in a wry smile. 
 
 `` Hey, I'm a jerk, not a criminal. Why're you here anyway? How'd you get here, I guess, is what I mean. What with --'' I twirl my finger. `` This.'' 
 
 `` Same way I always do.'' She holds up a white cane from where she had hidden it behind the podium. `` Tap, tap, tap.'' 
 
 `` Yeah?'' I feel my eyebrows pop up. I'm genuinely impressed. 
 
 `` In the land of the blind, the already blind are queen, I guess?'' She grins. It's a good grin. 
 
 `` Well, I'm not -- blind, that is. Not a queen either.'' 
 
 `` Good for you?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 We lapse into uncomfortable silence. 
 
 `` Look,'' I say finally. `` You wan na go somewhere?'' 
 
 `` You asking me to just abandon my job in the middle of an apocalypse and go off with some abled jerk to who knows what horrible adventure?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, why not.'' 
 
 She gets her cane. I get my shopping bag. We walk out into the sunshine and a new, strange world.
