It's hard to say which spreads faster, "the disease" as we call it, or panic. It said on TV that hospitals are overwhelmed by all those sick people. There are no cure, no treatment, we donít even know what it is, virus of some kind maybe. Then comes the rumor, our national leaders are being evacuated to underground bunker built for nuclear attacks. I doubt how that works for them. And soon, over 20 million populations that lived in Beijing, once was an international megacity, started to rush out of town, and thatís the first time I heard the Z word. I would never forget what I saw on TV that day, it was outside the train station, crowded with frightened faces, and then came from nowhere, screaming started, you canít tell what they saw at that time, but soon everyone knows. People, or at least used to be, started to bite, chase and feast on each other, it happened so fast , one of them rushed to the camera and then. I donít really know how to describe that moment, but I think thatís when we all know this is the end.
ē I guess what keeps me alive is I love fantasy, those apocalypse scenarios. I rushed to the market days ago, twice, when I know about the virus. Spent all my money buying can food, anything last more than a year, I bought it without a second thought. And I noticed most of my neighbours had abandoned their apartment. I always knew the city was not an ideal place to survive virus attack, but I didnít have any other options, the roads and railways are crowed with infected, solitary seems to be the logical way. Yet under no circumstances Iíd expect being surrounded by millions of potential undeads. My place was an apartment building inside Agricultural University of China. It was during summer break so the campus was rather empty. I lock myself in the room and reinforced my windows with steel bars, with all those food I was waiting it to pass. Hopefully those things werenít so great with stairs, because I lived on the top level. For six months I stayed inside, not making a sound nor light. The power went out in two weeks, first a few days I could get some internet and radio, telling me nothing but what I already knew. On the 8th day the internet went down. The radio became useless since I ran out of battery. Then I killed my time looking outside for a move. First few weeks I look out and saw people running around and running away from their homes, probably due to food shortage. I donít know them and I choose not to make contact at that time. But soon I realize there are no one left I can talk to, when I really need to. By the third month, I cannot seen anyone or anything alive. I think I heard birds singing a couple times but maybe thatís just my illusion, or the sign of me being crazy. Solitary can be really depressing.
ē As time goes by my food runs low. Almost 6 months passed. Despite how frightened I am, I know I have to go looking for supplyÖ
Part 1, I will post and modify when I finish more.