A Western Tale

Entry 3 - The Sickness

The date is March 22nd. Now was a good time for me to get a pistol. I've been against them my whole life, but things are starting to look more dangerous, and I'm not confident the law of this town can protect me anymore. Most people continue their days as normal, but me and others who are in the loop are seriously scared of what is happening.

A number of 11 incidents have been reported in the last few days, attacks on civilians and whole streets being covered in blood, although this is a small town, it's large enough that news of this doesn't reach everybody. There has been 7 reported deaths so far, and a number of 31 people supposedly affected or possessed by whatever this thing is. More missing.

I've pleaded to the sheriff to lock everyone in their homes but he insists it's nothing more than a crazy conspiracy. I'm awfully scared. The Doctor I referred to in a previous draft had barricaded himself inside his office and refused to take any more patients.

As a result of this, I bought a 5-shot revolver and some bullets, I'm not the most experienced shot, but at-least I can protect myself a little better.

I managed to interview a survivor of one of the attacks, this is his chilling story from his point of view.

They banged on my door repeatedly for about ten minutes, screaming and yelling, screeching like animals, I held myself up against the door, and held on for dear life, there was no other way out or into the room, and this was a matter of life or death, I closed my eyes and imagined a more peaceful situation, or at-least tried to. I couldn't. The screams of pain and hunger continued, blood pooled beneath me as I heard my mother cry for help, there was nothing I could do, it soaked into my boots, I could feel it on my feet, it sent a shiver through my body. I have never been so scared. They're monsters, truly monsters! They eventually went away. When I opened the door, I saw my mothers body. I couldn't bear to look. I shut the door again and waited a while. When I went back out, she was gone. I don't know where she is, but whatever happened to her, she's not human anymore, she's something else.

"I need to leave town, so do you." He said.

"I can't, I have a responsibility in this now, I can't just leave." I replied.

He left, and I sat for a few minutes, contemplating if I really should stay. Perhaps, I shouldn't. I'll give it a few more days and update the situation in this journal.

I will also no longer label incidents, but just report on the ones I can. I have a feeling this will end up as more work that one journalist can handle.

God guide us.