March 3rd, 2077
I never thought it would happen, but it did. The only reason I survived the outbreak was because of my background. I'm still surviving. I just keep going. Never staying in one place too long, because that's how you get killed. Whether it's by other survivors, or the dead.
When the disease broke out, many people died. The disease kills you fast, then regenerates the body. Once you are one of the dead you are faster, stronger, and more likely to kill then be killed. People couldn't fight them, that's why they died.
My name is Zarella and I am fighting through this one day at a time. I don't have a plan, but who ever does in this situation? I found this journal, and decided I would write my story in it. I titled my story Forever Surviving, because that's what it feels like. The more you read of this journal, the more you will either love me or hate me.
If the world must come to an end, God, don't let me be the only one left to watch it fall.
Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers.
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