Corvus Monologue

I guess it all started off like any other normal day. It always does. Everyone's happy and living their lives and then the world ends.
Well, it hasn't ended. Earth is still spinning, orbiting the sun. We're still getting seasons and global warming and all that, but what I mean is the world has ended for us.
In a way we brought this on ourselves. We created the Corvus virus, originally invented to kill off the brain tumours for brain cancer sufferers. My sister was one of the scientists that helped achieve this breakthrough in cancer. But something went wrong. Yeah, the serum attacked and killed off the cancer in the brain, but it did more than that. It started eating away at the human brain, controlling it, manipulating it, erasing its memories.
Just a hopeless sixteen year old girl lost in this mess of destruction we did to ourselves thinking it was for the better. What has happened to us? How could we have possibly let this occur?
I walk along the abandoned highway in silence. Six months ago cars would be buzzing past me, on their way to work or family or friends. I would be at school stressing about assignments, boys, looks, grade 10 leavers and all of that stuff that is so irrelevant to where I am now.
A crow caws an alarm nearby and i see the horrible black oily creature fly into the air, its long sharp beak open wide with something inside it. I turn to look where it first took off and spot something that makes my stomach turn. A human body is sprawled through the long dry grass, dead and slowly decaying, and various crows are pecking away into it. Luckily I was too far away to see the
After repeating this process with my gun steady and aimed up at the car window, I listen to the silence once more.
I have the impulsive feeling to run, run far away from this creature and never turn back. But I know that if I don't see what it is, if I don't see that it's dead with my own eyes, I will always be running away from it. In fear it is after me.
A tear slips down my cheek and my chest tightens. I try to focus on my breathing and controlling myself as I approach the car once more. As I peer through the broken window, carefully avoiding the small cracked shards still hanging loosely on the frame, my eyes adjust to the darkness. The creature is lying face-up, it's mouth ajar and its eyes staring up at the ceiling. It's most definitely dead, as its forehead is ripped apart from the bullet and scarlet red blood is splattered all over the car.
"Oh God..." I cry, leaning back out of the car and ripping my jumper off my mouth and nose. I lean beside the car and vomit, unable to hold back the few blackberries I had picked along the highway. It was too much. Just too