Now, I have seen the deaths of many people I once knew. I wanted to fall of the floor and give up, let the people around me do whatever they wanted. I didn't have that choice. I was still strapped in the chair and had to get out. I pretended to be dead so the scientists would see what "happened" to me. I kicked them away when they got close. I broke out and was free. Then, I noticed thousands of dead people marked "Ebola". I fell down. I knew that these people died not from Ebola. From something much worse. These people were killed by others. Others who were scared but didn't realize they were already infected. I had to keep moving. Georgia was where I needed to be. To be free. First, I needed to see my family. I started walking to freedom. Then I realized something. There was no freedom at all.
