Journal entry 1
The streets are going crazy, police has been removed. People say that they're gonna save us, gonna find a cure soon. My Grandma fell ill yesterday, ah she's the only thing I’ve got left after Ella went, not after..
Riots have started. People are barricading their homes. Waiting for "Official Instructions." You know what I think? Army’s given up on us. Who could blame them? Everyone's either dropping dead or turning insane. I had to kill someone yesterday; he nearly tore my throat out.
Beat him to death with a baseball bat.
Been wondering if I was infected for a few days now. I don't... I don't feel sick..
Got wounded, pretty deep cut on my left arm. One of those charging ones pinned me to the floor.
Christ, I just thought the way things used to be, seems like worlds away now.
Loosing blood... Need some bandages, there's a safe room near here. One of those points that the government set up instead of finding the damn cure.
There should be some medical supplies there.
You know what I just realized? I haven’t slept in days. I found the safe room, was outside of the mall. Near the docks - good, thick metal doors. I'll stay here for a few days. There's enough food and water.
I slept like a log, I’m sure I would've had nightmares if I wasn't falling asleep as I walked to this room. Thank god for sofas, I haven’t sat on a sofa in ages.
Oh, and guns. Thank god for that, too.
Never been a religious person, but I’m starting to thank god for everything. Divine intervention seems like the only thing that's keeping me alive. Would make more sense than this whole damned infection mess.
Someone's trying to get in. Or something, I can hear it pounding on the doors, yelling something. But I can't hear what they're saying through the thick metal. I don't know whether or not they're infected.
Or Immune, like me?
Am I immune? I can't hear what it's saying, I don't even know if it's trying to say anything, or just yelling the twisted gibberish that most of these infected things use.
A human! Dear god, A HUMAN! I decided to risk it, and let it in. I haven’t seen a human since the change...Here; I'll pass the recorder to him.
*His voice seems exited and ecstatic, there is a few ruffled noises, before a British accent comes on.*
Testing, testing, one two three. Hello there! My name is Miles, odd name. I know. If this gets to anyone, I’m about six foot, brown hair, and gaunt face. Just so you get the statue of hon…-
*There is a few moments of ruffling.*
Did I mention he was also a bit full of himself?
*There is a faint laugh heard.*
Anyway, he's got a good few guns with him, loaded with ammo. We're going to head to the docks tomorrow, see if we can find a boat to carry us to England, then to London. There’s supposed to be a safe city there. It'll be a long journey, but better than rotting in this hellhole.