Weekly Expression #3 ~ MS

Day 47-

This marks the 47th day of life, death, whatever. Perhaps death would be better at this point. Would I rather see lifeless bodies begging to gouge my guts out roaming around all day? Low food, like always. No life found- again. Morale’s low (my own, that is), engine’s loud- keeping me from sleep.  In case you find this, then there is hope for the world- stay alive if you want, I don’t really care- I hate this world, I hate this ‘life’…

The government shutdown 47 days ago. The first two or so weeks weren’t so bad, in fact, things resumed as normal- as if things would ever be normal after that- what a joke! But spending was too high, we were falling deeper and deeper into debt as a country and something had to be done! I didn’t like it, my team didn’t like it, no one did! Government spending was terminated- all of it! No money went anywhere! Nobody got paid, no mail, no schooling, no military- nothing! I wasn’t getting any money, my wife was devastated! Life was horrible, but then it got worse…

You see, the CDC was no longer funded. Their building was abandoned and people wrecked it from floor to ceiling, stealing everything they could find! Nobody stood in their way- nobody protected it. The most dangerous diseases of history were thrown around, vials of toxins and experimental potions, or whatever you want to call them, were shattered! Different gasses and poisons- and who knows what else were spreading all over the place! This was no way to live! I guess God or whatever force you believe in has a funny sense of humor. This was no way to live- so they didn’t…

These people , all of them from that building, turned grey within a few hours, but I don’t mean dead... They sprinted through the streets and up walls faster than any athlete I’ve ever seen run! They leaped 15 feet into the air, with no effort! People locked themselves in their homes as a last remaining defense, but once three or four of these… these things got together, they’d tear down walls, they’d do anything for a live meal. They ate people, yes people- alive ones! These were the most gruesome creatures I’d ever seen- they were human corpses…. ALIVE! I watched my wife and daughter get torn apart by these beings! I had nothing else to live for. I wasn’t about to go out that way- not like that! Luckily, I was in the military, before they ended my pay. I grabbed the nearest assault rifle and held down the trigger. I can still remember the loud bangs, the bright flashes, the smell of gunpowder. I used up all 437 of my bullets to kill three of these things- not one bullet was left for myself. I took it upon myself to believe that that was fate- that I was meant to live! ...so foolish of me.

Survivors were (and still are) hard to find, everywhere I went, more and more of these beings- creatures- whatever! I had no food, no water, no shelter. The infection spread faster than anything I’d ever seen. Within three hours, the entire country were transformed into these walking monsters! In an instant, the ground vibrated and my ears shattered. I couldn’t see, everything was so bright. I remember tripping and hitting my head. Then nothingness- everywhere.

I woke up in a helicopter, I was still very weak, but I could lift my head- barely. Vision was bright and blurry, everything seemed to run together and sounds were hard to distinguish. I remember tilting my head back- then nothingness. This happened five or six times, but the seventh was different. I could see clearly now. No way! Joel, Dusty, and Popeye! These were my closest friends back in the army. I asked them what happened.

Turns out, without any funding, the CDC was overrun and the breaking of countless vials resulted in the breaking of one in particular- a zombie virus. It sounds crazy, but it was obviously true. The country was overrun by zombies within hours. The last remaining military forces bombed the entire country, it took 193 bombs in total, one of which, I witnessed. My buddies knew of a military base not too far- as they should, and broke in. They geared up, and fired up some helis. A group of a few more soldiers, in hiding, ran out and joined them. Shortly after taking off, they found me- lucky to even be alive.

Now me and my boys fly around, low to the ground, in search of any other survivors- boy, would that be great! Maybe then, I’ll have something to live for. We all wonder two things. One: is there anyone else out there? Two: are the other countries infected? We all dream of flying away, but there’s no chance of this copter making it. For now, they’ll be content with searching for survivors. If you find this, I’m most likely dead. I’ve made it 47 days, I’ll make it another! …for what, I’m still not sure.