Aaron Smith
July 17th, 2047Today marks 2 years since the incident... And, it would have been my son's 5th birthday. If only I had been more careful he could've been here with me, but it's better this way. I don't want him to have to live in a world like this. Does it make me a bad father if I prefer my son dead? Luckily my wife agrees with me, but with a baby on the way, I don't know exactly what she's thinking or how she's feeling. We've managed to make it past all the obstacles that were thrown at us but, I don't know if we can last much longer. We're running out of food and water. Ammo is getting pretty low too . I'm pretty sure I only have a mag left and it takes about 5 shots to kill those damn things. If we happen to come across multiple, we'd be in trouble. There is a place my wife spotted not too long ago, and it's our best bet to stock up on the most possible. It was a police station, and if anything we can get a ton of ammo. We're on our way right now. Wish us luck.
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Rabid
Mystery / ThrillerA series of journal entries written by the survivors of the GenX virus.