Surviving Confessions

One

*Just a note
This ain't no where near finished but I'm still writing it. I'll publish it part by part. Enjoy reading guys.
love Chantel*

My name is Caroline. I was born in Mandale, a small island too small to see on the world map, the population in 2019 was 100,730 and it had beautiful forests, busy towns, you know, what you'd expect on a little island.

I loved my life, I had friends and family that loved me, but now, two years later I have no one. Just me and my mind, screaming about my unatoned sins.

In November 2020, there was a world wide news report saying people all over the world were getting sick. No one could explain what kind of sick, but it wasn't anything people had seen before. The symptoms couldn't be identified to specific things because the symptoms were everything.

8 million people were infected by this by December and people infected started acting weird. They would attack other people for no apparent reason, they'd be unresponsive: the sickness developed the name "The Virus". All medical practitioners attempted to produce a cure and they thought by May 2021 they'd have one.

By January, 87 million people died, either from having the virus or being attacked by someone with it. The best thing about living on that Island was we were the last place to be infected.

After months of futile attempts, the scientists couldn't find a cure.
The longer they spent trying to find one, the higher the amount of infected grew.

On 15th May, the estimated deaths were 2.2 billion. Everywhere decided to get the military involved. They raided people's homes, killed thousands of people due to a suspicion they had. The people who swore to protect became murders. People started turning on each other. Mothers on daughters. Fathers on brothers. It was all about survival.

On the island, two people were infected. It finally got to us.

June, 31st: 3.5 billion dead. It spread quickly on the island, 87,937 infected. This virus had gotten to good people, they swarmed the beautiful homes of people, destroying innocence of children. You'd never see one alone and if you did, you were lucky. They'd run in packs of 7 or 8 and they'd walk around not talking, looking injured but they never showed emotion. Everyone considered them dead.

On 19th September, I made a decision. The decision to survive with the ones I love. My family had all been murdered and I only had 6 people left in the world who I could trust. I knew we had to run and hide. We survive.This virus will always be engrained in our hearts and minds, and there's nothing we can do about it. How can we destroy something if we don't know what we're trying to destroy?

As I've said, my name is Caroline. I'm one of the 472-- Sorry, 471-- 471 people still alive in the world. I'm writing this down as my confession and my redemption.