"To anyone still out there, welcome back. This is James, back again with more reports going on in the world, or at least what's left of it. Before we get into that, though, I have to report that Terry got himself bit last night. God, I'll miss that idiot.
"The studio is growing smaller, weaker. With the devastating loss of Terry Johnson, five of us reside here, including yours truly. I doubt I'll continue to make these broadcasts--the equipment I need to repair the wireless connections and satellites is extensive, and I cannot repair them myself.
"In other words, Fort Lauderdale has fallen; I repeat, Fort Lauderdale has fallen. Last night, the closest working broadcasting station sent a message describing the inferno which engulfed the area. There were few survivors, and the population of nearly one thousand was decimated.
"This disease has taken everything from us: love, respect, innocence, compassion--it wiped out the traits that made us human, the things we made friends and families with were gone. Our morals, too, have been forgotten, the correct morals. Currently, in our dystopian hell, it's better to slaughter innocent survivors and raid their supplies than help people.
"This is our world now, my friends, this is the place we call America. The patriotic, free country--the melting pot--has been destroyed by this plague. Our flux country has been lost; God has been lost. I don't dabble with religion, but there is no God; He wouldn't plan such devastating events for us. God isn't this cruel.
"While I say my words with trepidation, I announce my days are varied. Like I had said earlier, our supplies are low, and the dead continue to gather around. We do not require assistance, though; that's how you die, my friends. I will be making inconsistent updates about our current condition. None of this would've happened if our government didn't abandon us. While those pompous assholes are bunkered safely in Camp Davis, we're all struggling to see the sun rise in the next dawn.
"There were claimed that government officials were assisting the growing community of Bangor, Maine, but other surrounding settlements declare no assistance from the government. I, James O'Harris, pronounce our government doesn't care about you, me, or anyone left out there. We are on our own.
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Flux (Under Construction)
Horror[ CONTEST WINNING BOOK ] The world is flux, and that will never change. An enigmatic disease has plagued the United States, killing millions of men, women, and children. People rioted for medicine, taking down buildings and torching any government b...
