Occisor

1- The Journal

Tuesday

August 8, 2103

Today was the first case. I saw it on the news this morning. One dead. It was another Tuesday morning, I got up, got dressed, and went to go eat breakfast. As I sat down drinking my protein shake, I looked up to the T.V that my parents left on. Usually I ignore the news, but this time it was different.

The first documented patient to be infected with an unknown disease is officially dead. Scientists do not know how he was infected or how lethal this new virus is. His death was recorded at 3:04 this morning after being contagious for only 7 days. He is the first in the United States to have received this infection, and was kept in isolation once found out that there was no cure.

I really thought nothing of it this morning, but now I'm just bored in class and decided to write in here. That's pretty crazy though, being only infected for seven days then dying. And them not having a cure. The scientist always have a cure for everything. I mean this is 2103, we are the new era of advanced techniques in the medical fields. It's not like its 2010 or 2020 anymore, we have cures for everything, even cancer. We just learned how thousands of people died each year from cancer in history class. They really did live in the dark ages, in the year 2010.

Well the teacher just yelled at me for not paying attention. I'm sorry Mrs. Stag, but my writing is way more interesting that the human body. Write in you later!

-Emma

Wednesday

August 16, 2103

18 deaths. It's been eight days since the first man died. All of the nurses and doctors that came in any contact with him are all dead.

-Emma

Saturday

August 26, 2103

204 deaths. Just in ten days, the disease has claimed 186 lives. I can't believe that one man and his disease now is spreading to thousands of people. They are predicting that the death rate will double daily. Today it was 204, tomorrow will be around 408. Then 816. And it's not just in the United States. Thousands have already died in other countries.

Wednesday

September 7, 2103

56,039 deaths. They cancelled school, and people are starting not to go out into public. Thousands upon thousands of people are just leaving their jobs and staying home with their families. Millions are infected at the current moment.

We found out Grandma and Grandpa passed on. I feel bad, Occisor is such a violent death. Definitely not a peaceful way to go. Also Aunt Maggie and Uncle John died too. I wasn't close with either of them, so I didn't cry when I found out. But mom did. A lot. She was really close with her sister and brother when they were kids. I will miss grandpa and grandma, I still remember when went out to their farm for Christmas 4 years ago. They were simple folks; living out in the unhabituated plains of Tennessee. Dad left the house when he found out that his parents died. Mom said that he needed some time alone. He came back hours later with his hands bloodied and bruised. It think he was hitting something.

I'm getting scared. Really scared. Occisor is now a worldwide epidemic. And the survival rate is 0%.

Monday

September 26, 2103

106 million dead in U.S. That's a third of the entire U.S population. I wish I could just shut off the news. I wish I could just off everything, because this disease is everywhere. That's all they talk about. They just keep reading off the deaths every hour. 700 million in China. 650 million in India.

2 Billion Worldwide. All gone. All dead.

Tuesday

September 27, 2103

I don't know what to do. My mom, dad, and little brother are sick. All of them. Except me. I really just don't know what to do. Occisor is lethal. Nobody survives. Nobody. Once you get it your dead. And now my family has it. And there is no way to save them.

I'm just so lost. I'm going to be all alone in seven days. There's nobody else. We were the last of the few families that had all stayed alive.

Wednesday

October 4, 2103

Their gone. All gone.

They all died yesterday. I can't talk about it. It's too soon. I need to go. I need to leave. Right now. Good bye.

Friday

October 6, 2103

I have been wandering around town for 2 days. I found someone. He lost his whole family too. His name is A.J. He is extremely quiet. I recognized him from school, we were in the same grade. I think we are going to stick together, him and me.

Saturday

October 7, 2103

A.J and I were trying to find some food when we crossed paths with Alex. He was all by himself too. He lost his whole family too. What a surprise. That was sarcasm.

I can't believe it. Alex, the Alex, the boy who I had a major crush on all throughout middle school. And kind of through high school. Whoops.

Monday

October 9, 2103

We found another addition to our little group. We found him crying in the parking lot of a Walmart. He was an absolute wreck, sobbing uncontrollably and shaking. I figured it was because he had lost everyone he loved, but no. He was miserable because he had just ran out of drugs. Drugs. Yep, we had found the one guy in the entire nation who was sobbing because he had ran out of cocaine. Whoopee. Can't wait to have a messed up, going through withdrawals, and all around failure in life being in our group. Yay.

Tuesday

October 10, 2013

One of the worst days of my life. Well, not really, but you know it was pretty bad. We found yet another person to add to our group of survivors. Usually I'm completely willing to let anyone come with us. I know what it's like to feel all alone, when you can't see any hope on the horizon. But this girl, no. God no. Kill her with fire. Please.

Jessica Morris, aka the school bitch. The little miss perfect cheerleader who actually hates everyone and everything. Extremely selfish, rude, and snotty, she holds the record of making the most people cry in one day. Did I mention she's a bitch? But people like her. I will never understand. Ever. It's probably because she has a nice ass, body, and she's really hot. But whatever.

So that's our little group. The depressed Emo kid, the hot athlete, the school druggie, the cheerleading bitch, and me - the girl who's a nobody. But I have faith that we will make it work. Except Jessica. Never mind, I believe that we will all get through this together. That we will all survive. Because we have too. We have no other choice. It's my turn to go hunting now. But I'll try and write in you later, maybe. Now I have people to talk to. Maybe I don't have to keep my feeling and thoughts inside this little journal anymore. I don't know, but I really have to go. Farewell.

-Emma