Red Cure (on hold)

Part 6

September 8, 2039 10:21 pm.

Marine Stevens came barreling into camp screaming for us to run. We went as far as the underbrush that shielded us from all side so that we could see how Marine Stevens was doing and if he needed our help. He fought hard and almost won several times, but fifteen guys with many to spare were too many even for Marine Stevens. As the sun finally set beneath the edge of the earth we saw him stabbed in the gut multiple times, they then threw him in the mud. He sent a defiant glare into the woods and met Sean’s eyes before his head splashed into the mud. I wanted to go to him but Sean wouldn’t let me, it was the first time I had cried since Peter died.

I sobbed into Sean’s chest and tried to be silent as we walked away from their camp. Sean took me somewhere, I don’t know where, but I woke up in a sort of cave with a very narrow opening that prevented anyone from entering without us seeing them first. The next morning I had Sean go back but when he returned they were eating something big, he said it looked like a human leg.

“He was the only father I ever had.” I said. Sean sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.

I found another note in my diary, but I don’t feel up to looking at it again until tomorrow. See you then.

                                                                                                            Sharp.

                                                                                                   September 9, 2039 5:07 pm.

I suggested that we go back to the truck in the morning and retrieve what we could. We couldn’t find the bag of knives but we did find Marine Stevens favorite jacket; I put it on and I haven’t taken it off since then, it’s just a jacket but it makes Marine Stevens feel closer. On our way back to the cave we found my diary in some tree roots, shielded from the wet. This was the day before yesterday, we stayed in the cave all day; I couldn’t leave until I was sure he was really dead, until it sank into my mind.

On the 8th we traveled a bit and found a farm house to sleep in. We haven’t left yet and Sean has been taking care of me, making sure I eat and keep breathing. I haven’t felt like this since Peter died and it’s almost worse because I’ve known Marine Stevens my whole life.

I spoke of a note in my diary. Just before he rushed into the cannibals’ camp he left something for me.

                                                                                                                        September 5 2039

Dear Sharp,

I know there are things about me that you don’t know and there are things you’ve asked me about that I made any excuse not to tell you. Unfortunately I have a feeling that I’m not going to make it out of this one and I’m leaving a sort of informative will.

I had a family once, I had three older brothers, my mother and father were still alive and healthy, and I even had a wife. My brothers’ names were Matthew, Adam, Adrian, and then me Daniel. I know how important names are to you so I made sure to put my name in here. My mother and fathers names were Maria and Anthony. When the BV broke out everyone but me and my wife dies. My wife disappeared only five days after we buried my parents and scattered my brother’s ashes. I was then assigned to the Facilities.