It has been exactly a year since the outbreak, and only about ten days since I first met my new family. We sat around the fire today and sang songs, a man who I hadn't heard speak the whole time I was here picked up a guitar and sang Winds of Change, a classic rock song. People had always called him insane, I think he is just misunderstood, maybe Sylvia and I will talk to him later. He is a bit like me, covered in bandages, red goggles, the only two things that cause sensation are hunger and cold. We aren't controlled by the GCA, but we lead miserable lives, I pray to the Lord that we can find a cure for this someday.
Soon I'll be going on an expedition, see if we can find more food for the clan. We had meat in a freezer running on a generator while we dehydrated it and made it to jerky. But a whole small town of people need to eat, and I have even heard rumors of some people contemplating cannibalism...most of whom were people infected but resistant...the gnawing hunger plagued me too, but I could never think of eating my fellow man...let's hope we find something to stop this from happening.
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From the Ashes: Journal of Joshua Galen
General FictionA journal format story of a wanderer in a apocalyptic setting, as he slowly is overcome by a virus that has destroyed society.
