The Virus

It's been 3 years since the accident. We've had multiple outbreaks before, but this one was the most lethal. We've seen it pop up once or twice in a small town. This time we realized the dangers of this virus. In only one week, it had taken the lives of hundreds. The bodies kept piling up with each passing day.

Day 1

Patient zero showed the first symptoms, just a simple nose bleed, but it gets worse an hour. His teeth rotted and fell out, then his skin starting rotting, he was a walking zombie. Another hour, just when you think the rotting has stopped, the nosebleeds come back followed by seizures, until finally death.

At first we thought it was just another isolated incident but then the next morning we were proved wrong.

Day 2

News outlets all broadcasting, "Mystery Virus Once Believed to Be Rare Now Contagious and Deadlier Than Ever!" Before the sun fully rose, dozens of people had been reported dead. That's when the panic set in. People had flooded the streets, riots started. People were breaking into stores stealing supplies, money, whatever they wanted.

As horrible as this was to watch, waiting for my door to be broken down or lock picked was the most terrifying, sadly it got worse.

Day 3

Mother died today. I was waiting for her to come home until I saw it. The police have abandoned us. Cops, the young men and women in uniform meant to be our beacon of hope. Instead, they were stealing from and killing the innocent people they're supposed to protect. They killed her, she was just trying to bring home food. To make matters worse, the military have showed up. I can hear their guns singing from all directions. From what I've heard, they've quarantined the city. No one is allowed in or out, anyone who tries to leave gets shot on the spot.

Everything seemed to calm down the next day. Nothing seemed wrong, except the fact that it was too quiet.

Day 4

The fires are mostly all burnt out. The streets are blanketed by bodies. I'm terrified to go outside, I can't bare to face my mother laying down there. Once in awhile, I'll see someone roaming the streets. It makes me wonder if they are sick or just looking for their loved ones.

I finally gained the courage to try and leave, but when I opened the door I was face to face with my own fear and doubt. Then it started.

Day 5

All night and day, gunshots and explosions had been going off. The military are patrolling the streets, ignoring the sick and taking the healthy. Where? Where are they taking them? Why now? They originally left us for dead. Should I approach them? Sometimes I wish I was brave enough to go out there, my apartment could be the only reason I'm still healthy though.

I wish the power was still on, maybe they're broadcasting. It's odd, why are they here? My curiosity could get me killed. My ask questions first, act after, attitude could be keeping me safe. Why am I like this?

Day 6

I've been watching people run from the military all morning, healthy people. Why are they running? Aren't the military supposed to be like a knight in shining armor? This must mean that they aren't helping the healthy. So that raises curiosity, what are they doing with all the healthy people that they've already taken? I'm too scared to find out, who knows what horrible experiments they are performing on them.

The city is finally quiet. Military patrols are only at sunset and sunrise. Only now the sun doesn't smile when it comes up. I haven't seen anyone lately sick or not. I'm starting to think they know I'm here.

Day 7

They entered my building, It's just a matter of time before they get to my apartment. I should've seen this coming. Of course they'd search the building eventually. Everything is quiet, calm, almost peaceful. The only sounds are the soldiers getting closer to my apartment. I just have one wish, that my nose would stop bleeding.