Resurrection

Prologue

As I was sitting in my classroom around noon, on October 29, 2017, my senior year, something had been playing on the news as we were watching it waiting for a video to load, being put on by our teacher, there was a government alert running. The government alert was as your usual the three beeps, followed by a message, the teacher stopped to see what it was, and it was a message like no other.

"This is not a drill, this message has been ordered at the request of the United States Heath Department coming from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention."

"Ohh, What could this be?" Moans the teacher.

"There has been reports of a contagious virus spreading rapidly throughout the city of Chicago, early stage symptoms include high fever, vomiting from the mouth, and minor hallucinations, second stage symptoms include, paralysis, severe hallucinations, and coma, final stage symptoms include erratic behavior, foaming from the mouth and cannibalism. If you notice anyone with these symptoms isolate them immediately, the state of Illinois recommends you stay indoors until further notice, there is no known cure for the virus at this time. Once again if you or anyone you know have experienced these symptoms isolate them immediately. The United States Department of Heath expects the virus to spread to surrounding states within two days, emergency evacuations of the surrounding states are expected to begin within the next three hours. The city of Chicago has been deemed a quarantine zone." States the message.

The next thing that happened was it was playing on a loop. Another thing that happened was people began going crazy in the room, throwing chairs, desks, books, people. And running and screaming put into the mix of things. The principals and teachers in surrounding rooms came to look and see what was going on, they got all of us to stop screaming and sit down somehow, then they heard the message playing in the background, they listened to it, and had a shocking look on their faces. The one principal walked out of the room. The rest sat down and tried to act like it was all a dream. The principals all walked out of the room and went to the main office, and then they turned on the loudspeaker and said.

"Students of Louisville high school, we are going to let you all leave this school in precisely 30 minutes, after you hear this message you'll understand just why we are doing such a thing." Then he played the message on a loop.

Once we were allowed to go home, I met my parents at the house. My dad gave me a pat on the shoulder and said that he was sorry that this was happening, and he gave me my bag full of survival gear. I then proceeded to walk to my room where I put on a spare change of clothes, I put on a pair of blue jeans, a plain grey T-Shirt, a denim flannel, a fresh pair of socks, a pair of cowboy boots, and a camouflage hat with a hook on the end. After that I attached a knife to my belt, it was an old Alaskan hunting knife, it was older than me, it had to at least be 20-25 years old, but still was as sharp as the day you bought it. I also grabbed my old Colt Revolver, that was under my pillow and attached its holster to my belt and put it in the holster. After that I put a box of .45 caliber rounds into my survival bag, they were full metal jacket rounds, I walked out of there with everything I thought that I would need, a flashlight, spare batteries, tennis shoes, a hammer, etc. everything you could possibly need. I then walked into my parents room where my father had given me one of our spare guns, he had given me an AR-15 and a box of 5.56 cartridges and a box of 2.23 cartridges, I slung it over my shoulder and then walked out. The radio had told us to evacuate to downtown Canton so we did and the busses came to the downtown area in less than 15 minutes, we got on and went to a train station, they had to wait a day for the trains to come, so we waited in the train station and stayed the night.

The next day came and we were on the last train there, we were riding to Boston, Massachusetts, but just before the train got started moving, I looked behind us, and just before I turned back around I saw a person staggering toward the train they were a couple hundred feet away, so I pull out the binoculars that I had in my bag, raised them up to my eyes, centered the person in my sights, and adjusted the focus on the binoculars. The man had ripped clothing on him, and as I worked my way up towards his face, there was a trail of blood going down his shirt, I then raised my viewing on his head, his mouth was covered in blood, and his eyes were a cloudy grey, he had a confused look on his face as he was staggering, then I looked around him and saw more walking towards us, there was 2 women then 3 men then 4 women and 4 men just like him, but they were farther back than he was just before we start our journey to Boston, he got about 50 feet from the train just seconds before we took off, and then I heard the groans, those groans are so bizarre I have no idea wether or not I will get them out of my head.

We had a long train ride, it took us 12 hours to get to Boston, when we go there there were armed guards and gates boarding up the city, there were tanks, sheet metal, and a whole bunch of other cars, dumpsters, you name it, they probably had it. They put us in an apartment, over viewing the outside of the town. We stayed there a few days, the place was quiet, but that surely wouldn't last long. While we were in Boston we learned that they had 4 other evacuation sites, Atlanta, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Oklahoma City. The quiet only lasted 2 days until the dead came knocking on our front door. They had gotten throughout the gates when the military ran out of ammunition. They ended up separating me from my family, and when that happened I did my best to get out of the city, I got out and found a town up the road aways, and grabbed an RV, I drove back around the town looking for my family but had no luck, I must've circled the place 5 times with no sign. Then I gave up and met someone on the road, they got in the vehicle and said that their name was Cassidy, and we got to talking.

"Hey, thanks for the ride, I really needed it."

"No problem, it seemed like you needed it, now we are going to be heading south west, I don't know where we are going to stay but we'll find something."

"Okay sounds like a plan, my name is Cassidy by the way nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as we'll Cassidy, I am Quentin."

"So Cassidy, were you in Boston when things went to hell, or were you just hanging around these parts?" I ask her.

"I was in Boston yea, the place went to hell real quick."

"It sure did"

"Is it ok if I play some music, is that ok with you?" She asks me.

"Yea that's fine, could use it, try to escape this hellhole we are living in."

She puts on some music by an old singer I have never heard of before, and we ride down a road, hoping it takes us somewhere safe, a place without worry.