Entry 16

Every time I closed my eyes last night, I was haunted by visions of them filling the streets. When I did finally doze off I would dream of them seeing me and swarming the apartment, finally breaking though and ripping me to shreds.

I could not help but think about the moment when I, like the world, realized people were sick with more than a flu. As I ate my lunch that day I started to hear screams. Looking around I was not sure where they came from until I realized they were coming from everywhere. I may never know why at that moment I knew I had to get to my apartment, but I ran.

As I bolted through the streets I realized how lucky it was I walked to work that day. Within moments the streets were full of wrecked cars, barely coming to a stop before the occupants were being ripped from the cars and torn apart in the street. Some ran for me but would leave me for someone who had fallen or who had been caught by another or seeing people who were able to break free only to turn to run and be brought down by many more. Watching as they realized they would never breathe again. Their eyes pleading for help, knowing no one would come. Perhaps they were only hoping their loved ones had died a less horrible death.

Although it was less than a mile to my apartment it felt like it took days. Sometimes I had to stop to catch my breath, hiding hoping they would not see me. I noticed they seemed attracted to movement, holing still they were less likely to notice you. At least until you were the only one left alive.

When I made it back it was so hard to accept what had happened. The fact I had managed to make it so far back to safety was luck. Actually, to call it luck would be pretending it was lucky to be alive. How I envy those who died quickly without knowing hell had erupted on earth. No nightmare, no fear could ever match the reality of the world. There are no bodies left to remind you of those who died. The dead walk the streets where the living no longer dare tread.