Journal Entry #1
Date: April 13, 2246
Time: 15:57
It's been six years three months and twelve days since it happened. Six years three month and twelve day since humanity gave up hope of trying to stop it.
I'm not sure what to call it, I don't think they ever gave it a name to be called. They were more focused on the cure for it.
For now lets just call it yellow flag. It suits it, the first organ that starts to go is the liver causing a slight yellow tint to the victims. This, of course, doesn't happen immediately. Oh no. And the stages before, I'm afraid, are much more gruesome.
The first stage is the most mild, the thirst. Pretty self explanatory, you get really thirsty, except it's not. Its far worse than just needing more water. Your throat gets hoarse, and your mouth goes dry, you drink any liquid within reach in an attempt to make it stop but it doesn't. No matter how much you drink it doesn't go away. Many victims end up drowning themselves internally during this stage, drinking too much water at once and flooding their own systems.
Next is itching. Again it seems pretty self explanatory but its so much worse. You itch every where, you try scratching but it doesn't help. You leave open soars all over yourself, sometimes even bleeding out in the process, because you don't know that it hurts. All you can feel is the itching.
Then you stop eating, not that its a conscious decision, you're just not hungry. And even if you wanted to eat you'd find you couldn't, your body would completely reject any substance you'd try to cosume, simply throwing it back up.
This is followed by a dramatic loss of energy. Its like your lack of eating has finally caught up to you, but even after you can eat again you just can't keep your energy up. You sleep a good amount of the day and the time you are awake you can barely even hold your own head up.
Finally after two weeks of these symptoms your organs shut down completely and you die.
The most terrifying part of it all by far though is that despite all of this happening you feel more alive then you've ever felt before, you smile and laugh and you act like you're having the time of your life despite being well aware you're dying, and you wonder why you ever tried to avoid it in the first place.
The bright side is you can only catch it with an open wound. The bad news is it's more contagious then anything we've ever seen. Simply going outside with a scrape on your knee could cause infection in a minute.
Its gotten worse since it started. Much much worse. We tried to contain it at first but it didn't work. It just kept going. Its at the point where the infected walk freely on the streets, and those healthy are forced to hide away in our homes, dreading the next time we have to leave.
I am one of these people. I've decided to start this journal in an attempt to keep myself sane.
I can only hope I'll succeed.
Until next time,
Lillith Rose
