It isn’t a curse?

I love that I can order anything without having to talk.
And I love that I can pay with card, and they will deliver it to my door.
I love that I can work remote, on projects like designs or programming, where again, I don’t have to talk to anyone.
But it was getting worse.
People around the world are…dying.
One after the other.
At first, I thought it was because of me, that’s why I stopped talking to anyone.
You see, it’s not that I hate talking, but eerie things started to happen.
My parents, my loved ones, my close ones all started…well, you know.
I thought someone was targeting me, targeting them, so I went and called the cops.
And they died as well.
The lady I spoke at the grocery shop did too.
The young woman I said hi to, also dropped.
I got scared.
I thought it was me…
It was…it was me talking to them that killed them.
That was what I thought.
So I moved in an almost abandoned town, worked remotely.
It was all good.
But then the deaths continued.
One after the other.
It wasn’t me.
Or…was it?
I didn’t know…
I really don’t know.
This all started around me, didn’t it?
Or…
I fell into a really dark mood…
I stopped working, but I doubt I still had someone to work for.
The streets were even emptier than before…
I gathered my courage and went to a big city.
The situation was the same there…
Empty.
Everything was devoid of humans.
On the internet a handful of remaining humans still talked.
But we…weren’t that many.
Days passed, and they turned into weeks, which then turned into months…
It…it was terrifying.
And then one day, a voice boomed across the globe.
“My mistake humans!
Those who were chosen should have been taken away and the remaining ones should have been alive.
For this, the ones alive will be granted a great compensation, and This Great one will ensure that your civilisation will sprout out once more in the great cosmos.
Prepare to be sent to the trial zones!”
It said.
I collapsed, crying.
Crying out of…joy.
“It’s not…a curse?
IT wasn’t a curse!”
I shouted as a light enveloped me…