The Virus

The Unknown Survivors

The date is now October 23, 2024. It has been a whole year since I last opened this dusty old book. We heard some talking outside last night so we are trying to figure out who it is that was talking. Chances are they are dead but I still want to see who it was because I knew everyone at the school and in the neighborhood and I didn't recognize the voices. They could have been survivors from when it all started. "They could be dead by now, hun," my mom, Carol, said. "If they survived this long then I doubt that they are just gonna drop dead overnight!" I argued. She didn't reply, and I peeked out the window to be sure that those things were clear and wouldn't notice if we left. I opened the door and heard the most obnoxious noise, REEEEEEEEEEH, the door screeched as it opened. They started to walk closer, dangerously close. My mom pushed me away from the door and tried to close it, but it was too late, one was right in front of me. I kicked it back and it went for my mom. I tried to get its attention back on me, but it showed no interest anymore. It bit my mom, blood rushed down her side as it tore flesh from her neck, next thing I know the biters head comes clean off, and behind it was a man holding a meat cleaver. He was covered in the guts of those things that walked the streets at night looking for another person to turn. Then I turned back to me mom. Desperately trying to stop the blood I tore my shirt in pieces and wrapped it around her neck applying enough pressure to stop the blood but not choke her. The blood stopped and I hoped that she wouldn't turn, she's my mother, she is the only person I have ever been able to talk to. The next morning I tried to wake her up and noticed that she was a little pale. She woke up but said her stomach hurt which made me think that maybe she wasn't going to survive. The date is now December 29, 2024, my birthday is tomorrow and I'm glad to say that my mom is doing better. She recently started walking around the house instead of just her room but she is still paranoid the biters are trying to get in. "They don't even know we are here mom." I whispered trying to keep her calm, "Bull!" she replies. I hate that she doesn't even care if they hear us or not. It really urks my nerves. I don't know if they are drawn to sound too, or just sight alone. They definitely talk to each other whenever they find people to infect. it is a reched groan that sounds like someone is screaming 'FOOOOOD!!!' I don't really understand why they say food when they don't eat us, they just bite. The date is now September 10, 2026, I finally found this stupid journal. I have been looking for it forever, tomorrow is the anniversary of 9/11, but in today's world, who cares about the past anymore? Now it's only about survival. My mom passed yesterday, which makes this all really hard for me to do. I don't think I can do it all alone but I guess I will have to try. I just remembered, I haven't seen the cat in a while, I wonder where she has gotten off to. I miss that thing...she was always here for me in times like this...when family dies. I hate doing this, I want to just end my life so I can see my mom again. It was yesterday and I already can't go on without her. The man and I tried to save my mom, but this time the bite killed her. I hate that she was so stubborn. Had she not been and listened to me she would be right beside me hugging me for warmth.