I don't know how many days it has been

I got lost for a few days. I found a house and stayed there till the food ran out. There was no internet. I have met many diseased in the past weeks. I have had to kill all of them. Other than that I have made no progress towards a civilized area. I fear for my sanity. I am so lonely. There were photographs on the walls of the house I was staying but I took them down. I couldn't stand to see their faces. I have finally gotten to a new town. It is smaller than the other one and there is less destruction. dead bodies still litter the streets, but the buildings remain more or less intact. How much more is like this? Are there any remaining healthy cities? I don't know if I will ever be able to answer my questions. I think the diseased are sensitive to the sunlight and don't go outside during the day. I don't want to kill them. they are just people. I want to help them but I can't. I will gather what I can and move along as soon as possible. perhaps I will go inland.

DAY 4

I went up the beach a ways. Made camp. Not much out here except trees and dirt. Not sure how much farther until the next town. could be hours away, could be days. I still  have enough supplies to last about a week, but that doesn't mean I want to hang around. I saw another diseased on the way out of town. I had to shoot her. She was only a little girl. I felt sick when I heard the bullet go though her head. To any diseased; I'm sorry this happened to you.

DAY 3

The fever has subsided. It seems, as unlikely as it may be, I am a carrier. This may explain why I survived in the bus for so long. I head out today. I don't know how far I will get but I just want to put some distance between me and this god forsaken town. If I'm lucky there might be a military camp or something along the coast that will have everything figured out. My best bet is to avoid anyone that I suspect may be diseased; the infected seem to be extremely aggressive, as if they have been altered to have their main instinct to spread the disease. The days will soon become much colder and much shorter, witch could mean either any remaining infected freeze, having lost their instinct of self preservation, or I, too, freeze. I much prefer the former instance, but I guess we will just see how things go. I don't know how far along the coast I will go before I decide (or are forced) to go inland. As with many other things pertaining to survival, only time will decide the best course of action. The threat if infection is gone, at least for me, but that still leaves a plethora of challenges that I face. I know I shouldn't postpone my departure much longer, so I will leave at dawn tomorrow, covering as much ground as I can before dusk.

DAY 2

I saw someone today. He was diseased. As soon as he saw me he started walking towards me. But it wasn't really a walk, more of a limp. I though he was about to greet me but when he opened his mouth all I heard where groans of pain. I rushed to his assistance but as soon as I was in reach he grabbed me by the shirt and bit hard into my shoulder. I managed to pull away but he still broke skin. I was forced to shoot him in the head. I am still trying to convince myself that it was the right thing to do. I killed him out of mercy. I think I might have contracted the disease. I don't know how much longer I have. I have a slight fever as I type this. Assuming I have not contracted the disease, or the unlikely chance that I become a carrier, I have decided not to take the road. Upon inspection of the first kilometer of the road, I have found a high concentration of corpses, more than in the town. There are also a lot of abandoned cars, but they have all long since been drained of fuel. I have decided to go along the coast. I have gathered all the supplies I can find. I set off tomorrow, if I have enough strength.

DAY 1

I thought about what I should do last night. After searching many of the storefronts in the town and finding hardly enough supplies to last a week, I decided the best course of action would be to get out of the town on foot. There was obviously an epidemic here so intense that the survivors had to put down the diseased for their own safety. But that doesn't explain the pieces of torn flesh from their sides. Regardless, it is obvious to be that is would be unsafe to stay in this town any longer. I am heading inland. I am hoping I will be able to find a functioning vehicle and enough fuel to get me out of here, but the chances of that are looking slim. Most of the cars I have seen are either blown up or out of gas, and the only gas station in town is bone dry. It seems whoever was here seemed to leave in a hurry. I have enough food for a few days, and a hunting rifle just in case. I took a cell phone so I can update and check this blog anywhere I can find coverage. Tomorrow I set out. I will follow the biggest road out of town, it will hopefully lead me to the next Town. Wish me luck.

Were the hell am I?

I don't know whats going on. I woke up in the back of a crashed bus this mourning. There where some other people on the bus, they where all dead. I can't have been unconscious for more than a few hours; the blood splatters on the windows and seats of the bus don't look very old. How do I know that? I don't remember anything. The dead bodies looked diseased though, they had decaying sores on their necks and hands as well as clouded pupils. the computer in the internet cafe I am staying in tells me that the date is Monday, October 17, 2011. I haven't seen another human being since I left the bus. I seem to be in a large town on the coast. There were signs of a struggle all over town; blown out storefronts, burnt cars, bullet casings all over the ground. and bodies. bodies everywhere. Most of them looked just as diseased as the ones in the bus, almost all of the diseased ones had bullet wounds in their heads. I saw some other bodies too. They didn't looked diseased, nor did they have any bullet wounds, but they had large chunks of flesh torn out of their torsos. I am surprised the power is still on out here. I just hope it stays that way. If anyone out there can see this, please find me and help me. I have no idea were I am. Untill I get out of here I will keep an online journal detailing the events of my life here, as well as a physical paper diary.