I fled with my family a week or so ago to the East. At least, with those that believed me when I told them it was coming. It was inevitable. I knew it was. I knew it was something that would get out of control.
I never imagined how terrible it would become.
Now, we are no longer safe out here. There has been sightings and there has been death. They are fortifying the village now, but we don’t know how much more we can hold. Some believe that we’ve killed the contaminated and that it’s over for now– but most are not willing to take any more chances.
I don’t want to just hide here forever.
I made contact with friends back in America and Europe, and they are not doing so well. I promised some of them that I’ll get people together and create a rescue team and patrol. Our resources aren’t lacking here, but now I’m not sure it’ll be enough… it may be enough to save some, but we will never save the whole world. It kills me to think of all the people I may have to give up on. I can’t think like this!
I’ll have to talk to the others. We have to make a plan.
I’m not sure if I am strong enough to go out there.
They gave me a gun, and I’m scared to death of the moment I have to use it. One mistake can cost us all…
I think I hear gunshots outside.
Inside the village.
I need to sign off.