6/5/12- On The Run

Entry #2

I couldn't believe that Macon, Illinois had fallen to the infected. All of the citizens were either completely devoured or infected, as far we know. Oh, yeah. We. In my group there's Henry, an old school janitor from Macon. He has the gun and is the defender of our little group. He's also the driver. He has gray hair and brown eyes and is about 49 years old. Bobby and Maria are the other two members of my closely knit group. They are married, each looking quite similar to each other, both having brown hair and blue eyes. The main difference is that they are four years apart in age, Bobby being 29 and Maria being 25. Both of them are average citizens, and Bobby was one of the regular customers at the gas station that I worked at. I traded food with his wife and himself before the night where it all went down. My name is JJ and I am 26 years old. I have blond hair and hazel eyes and I'm still in shock of what is happening around me.

As the three of us, Bobby, Maria, and I sat from the seats of Henry's blue dodge pickup truck watching the fire and smoke rise around the tiny Macon skyline in shock and awe Henry clicked the safety back on his 12-guage shotgun and looked back at Maria and I. "I'm asking you- where do you think the government is sorting this out." He said, scratching his wrinkled, white skin. Bobby spoke up. "Why don't we head towards Chicago?" He asked. "It is in Illinois, and surely the government would secure the largely populated areas first?" He continued, raising his hands to show that while he had made his decision he was open to ideas. The blue truck passed several fields and abandoned cars. If it weren't for the the car's headlights, the area would be pitch black for the first time since it was built. "I'll go where you go." Maria said. I knew that Henry's old eyes were staring at me through the dark lighting, so I said: "Let's roll." dumbly and shrugged. I had a feeling that this would all blow over, but a part deep inside of me continued to grow until I could not push it out of my head: something had gone horribly wrong with the infection, and no help would be coming. I turned around in my seat to steal one final look at Macon and its glowing skyline, then I turned back around towards an uncertain future.