Journal of Alexander Bryce

Entrie 01

July 22, 2023.

I don't know how all this started, or even when it started.

I don't think anybody does either.

All of a sudden, there were news of this "spread" as they called it, happening all over the country. How it began, I don't know. But things were serious. Every other day we would get news of these "Plagued", as they called those unfortunate infected ones, causing terror.

Over the span of a month, the entirity of USA was thrown into a fit of chaos.

Cities were being evacuated, people were getting moved into these "Quarantine zones" to keep them safe from the spread, government was bombing places left and right to keep this spread held back as much as possible.

Finally it came the turn of New York.

I packed my bags and got into my car as alerts were rang throughout the city. By the noon, the main roads leading out of the city were jam packed with cars and other vehicles as people were evacuating.

Both the National guards and police forces worked together as they over looked the evacuation, checking the civilians, taking care of any problems that arose.

It was about noon, I think, when the disaster struck.

I don't know how it began, but all of a sudden there was this mass hysteria. People were bumping and crashing their cars into each others as a horde of these "Plagued" ran into the roads.

I've only seen news of the up until today, but now that I've seen them from up close, my had blood run cold. I realised why these 'things' were such a terror to the government.

These were monsters. Not the classic zombies we're used to see in the movies and games, these were utter monsters. The police and national guards had immediately taken action, shooting them down as more and more of these monsters poured in.

One even climbed up on my car and began bashing its head and fists against my windshield.

I freaked out and slammed my foot down on the accelerator, trying to drive out of this hell hole. My car ran towards some other car and crashed against it, throwing the plagued off of my car. I didn’t waste anymore time and quickly maneuvered my way out of the road.

Finally, after bumping against a few cars, and hitting some of these plagued, I had managed to drive off the main road to a side road.

I remember breathing a sigh of relief when I got in the near empty road, trying to figure out a way to get out of the city. I thought everything would be fine, until I looked at my left, and a truck crashed into my car.

And my whole world turned black.

When I woke up, hours had possibly passed.

I remember the sun was setting. My car was wrecked. The entire left side of the front was crumbled. I some how managed to pull myself out of the wreckage of what used to be my ride, and ventured on the roads.

Luckily, I had left my bag in the back seat and managed to get it out rather easily.

I walked down the roads, hoping to....... I don't know what I was hoping. I just walked.

It was about around evening when I spotted somebody. I was excited, another survivor! I exclaimed to gain their attention. It worked as they came towards me, but I soon realised it was a mistake.

It wasn't a survivor. It was a plagued.

I ran, despite the pain in my leg, I ran. Somehow, I managed to find a shelter in this old apartment building. I climbed inside one of the room through the fire escape. This place has electricity, and some food left in the fridge and water too.

Maybe I can make a haunt in here for a while.

For now, I pulled out a first aid kit from my bag. Thanks mom for teaching me to pack one everywhere I go.

I treated my leg with the best of my capability. I think it got twisted or sprained in the accident.

For now, I am safe.