OUTBREAK journal #1

Nov 4
First Reports

Its funny how quickly we as humans see that we take everything in our lives for granted, in a single day, a single hour everything we walk over or past by without a second glance then becomes an item or ideal of worship. We call all of our “friends” and tell them all of the good we see in them and how poorly we have been treating them, as if one day in a year or life time is good enough to make up for months or years or neglect and maltreatment. Or we carry around the necklace an old girlfriend gave us for days.
There are so many things in life that we step over and pass that are some of the most beautiful things in the world, in life!
And here I am after seeing the possible extinction of humanity and only now am I realizing this. The green rolling hills, the refreshing sea mist, the whisper of wind and so much more that I can’t possibly imagine to try and explain in words. So I won’t even bother to try.
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Journal entry #1
We rolled up the sleeping bags from our uneasy, restless night on the cold floor of the church. It was one of those nice, small churches that have less than 200 people attending it, but the feel of respect and worship was strong. The people that used this place as a place of solace were devote and thus treated it as the literal house of their Father and kept it tidy and unharmed.
The 5 of us were thankful for the sun to be rising, it gave us a reason to get mobile and finally make a plan of action, in place of the shaky terror that held us captive in the pre-twilight hours of the day. Hawth, Jace, Gabbi, and I couldn’t look each other in the eyes; we all had the same thing on our mind. The same images burned on the back of our eyelids. Mike being torn from the car, and the blood soaked ground at where he gasped his last breath, and screamed his last scream.
The rest of the day consisted of Jace sitting at the alter praying, Hawth texting everyone he could, getting few replies and even fewer answers of good news. Gabbi huddled on a pile of blankets and sleeping bags staring at the ceiling. Me, I couldn’t stop moving I kept hitting the redial button on my phone as I paced back and forth at the back end of the room, staying out of everyone’s way making sure not to break anyone’s concentration or lack of.
The sun hit its apex in the sky so many miles above and out of harms way. It was around this time when Hawth threw his phone across the room.
“Damn thing won’t send, no signal, nothing.” He threw his hands to his face and laid back on the ground.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, putting it in hours ago for the lack of answers and too many busy tones. There in the corner was the absence of the signal indicator, the tell tale rising bars were gone.
“Mine too.”

Slowly Gabbi and Jace reached into their pockets and did the same as I did. Sighs of disbelief and anguish echoed off in whispers around the room, but as gun shots in my ears.
“Jace does this place have a radio?” I poignantly asked hoping for some good news.
“Yea, out there, it’s small but it works.” He pointed down a hall behind me. “Third door on the right, should be on the Pastors desk.
Within moments we had the radio set up in the main room and we were searching for a channel that worked, but all of the stations were playing the same message.
All residences of the State of Nevada, in every county, this is a declared state of emergency. Uncontrollable events are ensuing state wide and it is recommended that all personnel stay inside, lock all doors and stay away from all windows. If an emergency is to occur please call 9-1-1 immediately.
Jace began to get irritated and walked back over to the alter, quietly whispering for strength and to wake from this nightmare.
Hawth and I sat by the radio going frequency by frequency searching for a new report, hoping for anything to shed some amount of light on this situation. After going thru all the FM stations we switched to AM, and there was our first answer. We came in on a talk show possibly hours into the disscussion.
“So do you think that has anything to do with our own government? You know genetic engineering and cloning.”
“This my friend is either a grade a American Fuck up or an act of god, there are no other forces on earth with this kind of “oh shit” scale….” The second mans voice wavered and he abruptly silenced himself, allowing the shaky voice of the first man to come back on air.
“This just in listeners; the events of last night have started spreading. Areas such as Las Angeles, Las Vegas, Seattle, and surrounding cities are starting to report higher numbers of this Campion sickness. It is recommended that all citizens stay inside, lock all doors and board up all windows. Your states national guard will going neighborhood to neighborhood to escort families in APC’s and other vehicles to local camps supposedly unlike that of Teresa. The U.S. Government is doing all in its power to quarantine these outbreaks before they have a chance to escalate in large numbers. This will be our last broadcast we have been asked to stop relaying signal and will be shut down until further notice. We were told 3 week to the date, so tune back in about the first week in December, everyone has a safe Thanksgiving and God bless everyone with safety and-” The signal cut off before the radio talent could sign off.

“Nation guard escorts?” Hawth looked to me as if I had an answer.
“There is no way, that’s hundreds of trips” I could feel the disbelief in my voice and my shoulders dropped.
“Todd what is happening?” Hawth searched my face for an answer. I heard Gabbi and Jace both turn to look at me, hoping for the same thing.
“I….I…” my voice locked in my throat, I felt tears coming to my eyes, I had to look away from my friends. “ I don’t know. This is beyond me….beyond any of us.”
They all looked down, defeat and concern crossing theirs faces.


I stood and walked out to the glass foyer, staring out over the darkening hillside. The sun line slowly, ever so slowly crept towards us. I walked to the doors as the darkness approached them, and slowly I opened the doors, feeling the cold wind I was hoping for. The darkness crept passed me and engulfed the foyer and then slowly the church. As the sun line tiptoed passed us, it left the city in darkness, it left the state in darkness, the nation in utter darkness. City lights didn’t shine, all the windows were boarded up. The darkness was finally beating out the light, as it slowly beat at the lights that glow in each persons mind and soul.

The darkness was winning.