Post by ADMIN DANI on Dec 10, 2009 20:05:42 GMT -5
We're run, running out of time...
We are so tired... so out of reach with reality. I feel as if we may be on the brink of something, but I can't tell what. My name is Naomi Ganoman. I am twenty eight years old, and am one of the few survivors of the New York outbreak of the Mikitana Virus. I live with a group of survivors who call themselves The Evangelists. We've been on the move for six months, one week, three days, seventeen hours, and twenty seven minutes. I'm the oldest in the group. I think they look up to me as something of a mother. I feel so bad... We're heading for Kobra Valley on the west coast. Oregon, to be precise. It's my home town, see. And it's possibly safe from anybody infected... Oh I hope so... For the kid's sake.
That was Naomi's last entry in her journal. She left the twelve Evangelists, after being caught by an infected man in Pennsylvania. Her last actions had saved the twelve minors from certain death. Her last words were to the seventeen year old, Codi Mikenellé. He refuses to tell anyone what they are.
The Virus is fatal to many people, and they usually die in most cases. But sometimes the white blood cells in a person's body fight so hard that they succeed in keeping the person in a living condition. But it's so traumatizing it redevelopes the brain, turning all thoughts monster like. Many people give in on instinct, becoming, in most of the sense, zombies. But sometimes these people develop a sort of control, and become slightly more humane, but still monstrous. These are called Class A 'Zombies'. Though, they really aren't zombies. Just monsters. They look normal, which is what gives them an advantage.
They feed on people, and since the supply of people has become sarce, they become more and more rabbid when they catch the scent of a uninfected person. Most adults are gone, but you catch sight of one every once and a while.
We're all running. For what... to what... we don't really know. But whatever the case may be, there's one thing we all know. It's all gonna end, and it's gonna end fast. Aeternum Vale, dear world. The human kind will miss you greatly.
Farewell Forever, dear world. I will miss you greatly.
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