My name is nathan, i am 15 years old and i lived in camp Saint Theresa. This is my story of what happened.
I remember the day i first arrived in the camp. It was 3:13am on a Friday. We were forced out of our homes because my dad showed signs of infection. So they hurded us into Army cargo trucks and we travled 200 miles to the camp from were we lived. I remember the sights that saw on the way to the camp. They still haunt me. I remember seeing people on the side of the road from a small tear in the panneling. they were all covered in rags and holding signs saying: "God help us all, we need medience". I remember the sight of burning cars. We some of last to shuttled to the camp so the carnage was in full swing. I even saw a walker, limping along the highway, he was dress in cowboy clothes. The smells. My God that smell was something that i have never smelled before. The best i can describe is burning rubber, mixed with fermented feces and the smell of burnt flesh. Damn the smell made me want to vomit. But that didnt come close to what i saw next.
I arrvied at the camp and was hurded past the cages. They used dogs to sniff out anyone who was infected. I remember that my mom, 2 brothers set off the dogs. So they were shuttled off to another part of the camp. I was then given the worst med exam ever. The nurse shoved tylenol down my pipe and shoved me off. God what they told us on tv was complete horseshit. They didnt care about anything expect making themselves look good. I remember seeing a bunch of the solider smoking weed while I tried and begged for something that didnt resemble groul and shit mixed together. They were like: "get the fuck out of here shit head". I remembered that man. So I managed to get a decent blanket and settled down near one of the drum fires. It was so cold, it was something like -5F. I remember the one thing that y mother told me before she left: "Never look anyone in the eyes". I still hold that true to this day. People became nothing but animals inside that camp. Fights broke out everyday, people beat each other to death over chicken bones because we had run out of food. Women would sell themselves to get something to eat or keep there kids warm. Men became murders, beating me and sometimes killing them for food. I dont ever wanna think about that. I made sure to avoid people as much as possible. I would sleep in the dumpsters because nobody goes near them because of the smells. I learned to trap rats, they taste pretty good roasted. I learned that the kicthen left used soup stock outside, so i would use that as water and if i was lucky i find a couple of bottles of water and stash them in my hideout. I was preparing for what i knew what was coming.
The soliders kept talking about a "mass cleanup". They were gonna kill everybody in our sector because the virus had spread to fast for them to contain it. I knew for about a week and got my pack together because at 12:01am they were start shooting anyone insight. I gathered everything and was headed to the dumpster when a man stopped me and gave me a hunting knife, never told me his name and only said this: " your gonna need it kid". I thanked him and jumped in the dumpster and waited for death to start flowing. I remember those screams.. they overpowered the rifles and machine guns. People yelled and i remember smelling the blood that flooded the camp. I remember that people starting saying that walkers were overrunning the front gates. I knew that was my que to leave. I jumped out and headed for the one weak spot in the fence that i knew. I got out and bout 10 minutes later from a hill saw the true horror of the camp. The walkers had finally over run the gates, they started feeding on any corpse. The people were eaten alive and I say kids, being torn to shreds and some getting back up and going after their parents. after i turned and never looked back.
I write this so that i dont go bat shit crazy. I in the top of old 2 story apartment. Got rid of the staircase and blocked the front door with anything heavy. I am moving out in 2 days. I leave this story for anyone who cares. I am heading towards the foothills of kentucky. I know that my older brother made it out to our hunting cabin we have. You are not alone.
Nathan signing off...