The Virus

Owain - February 18th

If only I had the Internet, this situation would be perfect.

I've seen every single zombie film and TV show ever made. I've read every novel, comic book, manga...you name it, I own it. I even run my own zombie blog. The photographs and video footage I've managed to get while all this is going on are amazing. Literally, all my followers would go wild for it. I'll have to save it until this blows over and then upload it. Can you imagine, real life footage?

My blog is going to become famous!

I know, I know. No one has said the beasts shuffling along outside are zombies, that word hasn't been used once, but just look at them. It's so obvious that what this illness has been all along.

Luckily my house is very secure; no zombies are getting in here! I've been preparing for this for years. I always knew it would happen eventually. When you spend as long as I have researching zombie viruses, you realize it's a ticking time bomb that could explode at any second. And how right I was. I've got enough got food to last me forever; I have medical supplies and weapons that I've gathered over time. My defenses are high.

And now it's here, it's really happening.

When I first heard about this virus, nothing about it sparked excitement within me. It didn't sound too different than the bird flu, which turned out to be nothing. But as the news reports started becoming more panicked, and the streets more out of control, I started to become intrigued. I got all my filming equipment out, ready and...jackpot! I have my very own live action horror film, to watch whenever I want in my home town.

It's all I've ever dreamt of!

It's definitely harder to watch in real life than it is in the cinema. I usually spend the whole time admiring the special effects and wondering how they've achieved them, but sitting here, watching the zombies tear chunks off people in front of me, it's a lot harder to digest. I certainly don't have popcorn in my lap, put it that way.

The thing with this is, I'm constantly wondering if it is actually the zombie apocalypse, or if it's only happening here, in only this town. I know people have tried to get out, and were refused, which makes me very suspicious.

If that is the case, do they expect us all to succumb to this illness? Do they expect every single one of us to die, wiping out the problem with us? I won't, not unless they eventually drop a bomb on the place to make absolutely sure we're all gone. That's always a possibility, especially if we're some sort of testing center for the whole thing. It could be a nuclear weapon for all we know, something to hold over the rest of the world.

I wonder what made them pick here to test it. Maybe that crazy religious guy that's been roaming the streets recently is right, maybe it's because we're all evil and deserve to die. It's not like I think God has sent this to us or anything, yet the basis of his theory could be right. This town is filled with dickheads. Although I don't know what I've done exactly. I guess I did start that computer virus a while back, but I didn't mean to.

I've always loved my home, and watching the events unfolding on the streets, I realize this house is the absolute best place anyone could be during this time. I don't worry about someone trying to take it over, although that could be a risk. I more think about trying to contact other survivors, to offer sanctuary. I have more than enough to share, and I could be here for a very long time. Some company might be nice.

I dig out my old radio transmitter, as there are no other methods of communication available for the time being. While I'm aware that others might not love old technology like this, I have to try.

"Hello, if anyone is still out there, my name is Owain. Please let me know if you're safe. I live at 119 Wesley Road on the East side. Come to my house if you need food, water, shelter...hell, even just company. I'm currently alone, but have enough supplies for others if you need it. Let me know if you need help getting here. I'll leave this radio on so you can contact me anytime. Over"

Static. No reply.

I feel more disappointed than I thought I would be. Though I didn't necessary expect a response, it's a shame I didn't get one.

I try and keep my upbeat attitude for the next few days, carrying on as before—filming, eating, and relaying my message. Every lonely day makes me increasingly disheartened, until finally, I get what I'm after.

"Hello? Hello...?"