I shall not give my name for it is not important at the moment, but you will find it shortly. Like many others i was an average person. I would get up, go to school, go to work, come home and live an everyday life. The most my issues were, just involved the stress of people around me. When i first heard about the flu i saw it as just another flu. Then as it got worse, it started to seem as if it was more like the bird flu, or h1n1. I figured if i just stay to my self, i would be safe. The issue raised with the fact that i had school and work. I was in collage and worked at a pawn shop. Avoiding people was like trying to pull weeds by the tip, it wasn't going to help any. Slowly the number of people started to drop, followed by the announcement of the flu being a pandemic. Slowly dust mask sky rocketed up in price for the simple fact that every one wanted them. No one wanted this flu; who would? On April 23ed, my school was shut down. all together we had well over 2,000 students. After the flu got worse, we were down to less then a thousand. Many were in fear that we may be quarantined, but it wouldn't matter, it has already spread through the country. The hospitals were overflowing with the sick. Our town that was once peaceful, was now becoming a hell hole. I remember one day at the shop a man came in with his fathers WWII German Luger pistol. It was in perfect condition and was very rare. He told me he wanted to sell it. I was in shock. I asked the man why and he replied by saying he only needs $500. He said he already had $250 and he needed the money to help his wife. That's when i first heard of Saint Teresa. Most of you already know that before it was put in every state, it cost a lot of money. You know how it is, if it makes money, then go with it. I looked past the man and saw his wife in the car. She almost looked as if she was a corpse. I wanted this gun but not for the shop. I managed to make a good a mount of money over time since many people never came back for there stuff. I would then take it, fix it, and sell it. I told the man i would pay him the 500 and to help his wife i would give him the extra 150 out of my own pocket. My father would kill me if he found out I did that, or if he was still alive at the time. The man thanked me and went on his way. From then on, if someone needed money to help, or to send someone to the camp; I was happy to give it to them. Things stayed the same until July. News reports told of the flu spreading all across the world. The world went into panic and allegations spread about Saint Teresa. Many beveled that it was no longer helping people but instead killing them. Many said the government was covering it up and that the idea of the camp only being a "quarantine" was just a mask for the true horror. My town went deeper into hell. On July 15 several people broke into my shop. I hid my Luger and garbed my shot gun. I was shaking, and sacred of what might happen. The men froze. One then rushed at me and I pulled the trigger. It was followed by a click. I forgot to load it. The men beat me, and left me for dead. I woke up several hours latter to see that everything was gone. I couldn't believe my eyes. I rushed to look under the counter to see if my Luger was there. I found the box and opened it just to see a note. On the note said, "thanks". I dropped the box and stepped out. Not only did they take everything in my store, but they took my car. I chose to walk home. Before I could reach the door i was stopped by 4 men. A light in my face blinded me and i could hear the sound of guns being lifted. I then heard the words,
"Let him go, hes not one of them. Sir your town is now under full control of your government. Go inside now."
I had nothing to say so I went inside. The news spoke of the capital being destroyed. The world seemed to be falling before us. To help survive I had a friend named Crystal move in with me. She worked at the store and use to go to school with me. She said that the store has obtained a new drug that was so post to cure the flu. If your like many others, you know it didn't help at all. As November came so did the real horror. Gun fire unleashed outside of our place. By this time Crystal and I had grown closer and had a serious relationship. I got up and covered her. I told her not to move as I my self moved to the window. I saw one of the military men shoot down a man. Then as the military man walked away. The gunned down man got back to his feet and chased after the man. Taking him down he tore the man apart. Shortly after the military man started to crawl towards our place. I went out to help him. As soon as i got close he went to grab me and made a strange hissing noise. His skin became pail and eyes turned into a milky white. I kicked him away and fell over. I crawled my way back to my door to have it swung open by Crystal. She asked what was wrong and grabbed me to help me up. I didn't answer i just got in and locked the door behind us. I told Crystal to help me board up the doors and windows. We put our home on lock down and listed to the news every night. We hoped for a change, but it never did. It only got worse as the dead seamed to rise and the living became infected. We knew we couldn't stay in one place and had to move.
This is final letter. But I have wrote journals of my passage, and i ask you to make them known to the public. They are in the box below along with something I hope will help you on your passage. Keep well and try to stay alive. Remember to not get bit, and to keep moving.