It has been 10 days since the event on Boston and the infection is spreading faster than most people have anticipated. It appears to be a virus of some sort and is extremely contagious. Ten days and it has already wiped out the entire eastern seaboard and is rapidly moving inland. So far this is what I know.
It came in from a ship bound from Western Africa with the destination to the Harbors of Boston. It spread like wildfire and as soon as the ship made its way past the southern tip of Africa, the ship was somehow placed into an autopilot mode by the captain. Distress calls were made and all attempts to stop the ship were all made in vain. All personnel who boarded the ship to stop it were lost to the very same virus and the ship ended up crashing into the Boston harbor at about 40 knots per hour causing several injuries and fatalities. Then the real chaos started.
They rose from the wreckage like a plague, monstrosities of nature and attacked every living thing in their way turning them, or what was left of them, into the very same monstrosities multiplying instantaneously upon death. Boston was lost within hours, and three days later New York fell to the same fate. The military has tried to the best of their abilities to restrain the onslaught, but to their dismay, have failed. These monsters have broken every barrier and surpassed every assault bestowed upon them, and they are rapidly moving this way.
Like I said, this is all I know. I know this because it is what has been told to us by the emergency broadcast system and the local news which also displayed aerial shots of the chaos. Our news broadcasts have stopped roughly seven hours ago, and now I am solely relying what is broadcast over the E.B.S. I am going to try to relocate my five children and myself to someplace safe outside of the city, but I currently lack a vehicle. Tomorrow, if all else fails, I will have to steal one. Their is a car lot not too far from here that has a running Durango that I have been eying the past couple of day;’ it’s just that I wish I haven’t waited too long.
I live in a city called Fort Wayne, Indiana, and I have heard reports that the infected have reached as far as Toledo, Ohio, just a little over two hours away by car. I’ll go tonight to pick up the vehicle and we will make our way up toward a local state park. Even if it is closed off, there are many ways in and out of Chain O’ Lakes and if we can get in unnoticed, we may stand a chance of survival. We can camp up there hidden away from the world and live off of the land until we can make our way toward someplace safer. I realize that our chances for surviving this oncoming onslaught are slim, but it would be better than staying inside of a densely populated city, so I have to at least try.
So I am writing this diary in case the worst does happen. To tell the tale of how I survived until my untimely death, so if anyone happens to come across this diary, I hope any information it contains helps them with their own stories and survival.
At this point, the survival of my family is all I care for, and if anyone stands in my way, God have mercy on their soul.