Give us the opening sentence of your Covid-19 novel. Here are two to start things off:
Two weeks after burying my wife and children in the garden, I finally met another survivor, and realised that this was a bit more serious than seasonal flu.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in posession of a good fortune, must be in want of a giant economy pack of luxury, aloe vera-impregnated bog-rolls.