Day 1: It is dark, the wind is howling like a jet engine and the trees were clawing at the window like a lone soul trying to get shelter to last the dark night. It’s a good thing there weren’t real people scratching at the window. Right now I am taking shelter in a termite-infested wooden shack.  It was the only thing I could find to protect me against the infected ones.

A few months ago I was sent by the military to examine the infected people as they call them, but the mission went terribly wrong. Only a few days into the mission, a group of the infected broke into our camp and killed everyone except me.  Just before they broke into my room I took out my glass cutter that I always carry with me and made my daring escape. After I got out of the camp I ran for hours trying to prevent myself from being captured, when suddenly I found my new home. It was a plywood shack that was covered in a thick layer of ivy and was perched precariously on a dirt hill. It was the only thing I could find and the next military outpost was 80 miles away. Now I am stuck here until a rescue team arrives and the possibility of that happening looks slim. Luckily I found rice and a pot in the corner of the shack so I should have enough food to last awhile. I also have a matchbox and plenty of tinder and dry wood. I just hope it doesn’t rain because the rain is horrible. In this area the rain is completely polluted with acid and if it touches you it feels like a fire that never stops. That is what the life is like in this 200-mile- wide stretch of infected country and that is what it will be like until I get out of here.

10:30 PM: I hear a bang on my door. I look through the window and there are about five infected people standing in front of my door. I am terrified and try to find a place to hide in the one room shack. Luckily I was able to hide behind the bags of rice I had found. Suddenly I hear the door being kicked down. The infected look around aimlessly but they see my shadow behind the rice and I am captured.

Day 2: I survived the night without being infected, which is strange. I am looking around right now and I am in what seems to be an oval shaped container with red tinted windows which wrap around the entire container.  I look out the window to my left and see what looks like an operating table. Oh no!  They’re coming! I hope this is not my last entry.

3:00 PM: They just put me in on the table and they are preparing some sort of surgical equipment. It seems as if I only lasted 2 days here and now it shall end like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.