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My name is Killian O'Riley. I am of Irish decent and I planned on immigrating to what is left of the United States after an earthquake in 2017 destroyed the west coast. More on that later that is, if there is later. You see, I am probably not going to be alive for much longer and in case you find this journal it means that I am dead.
I am writing down my thoughts and last days in case if anyone ever finds this journal. I hope that somebody will find it so I am not forgotten.

10/20/20
I made the decision to move to America after I lost almost everything to an outbreak of something which resembled the plague. Those of us who were not infected were suppose to be whisked away and out of the nation before us too, fell to the flesh eating disease.
The military separated us into two camps days after the infection killed off thirty percent of the population. There was a camp for those who were not infected and one for those who were. I was in the camp that was still alive and clean. In total there were 300 of us that were not craving flesh of other humans or happened to be turning into puddles of goop.

10/21/20
I should have known that stepping foot onto the airplane was a horrible idea. All morning I had stomach aches along with the chills. I can't blame the food because I refuse to eat anything that resembles grey pastes and smells just as horrible. As I am looking back I think my conscious was giving me a hint. One of those gut feelings that says "hey idiot! What is happening is not good whatsoever". But there is nothing I can do to change what has happening and what follows.
Last night those of us who were not infected were prodded like cattle onto the airplane one by one. I was ragged because I haven't slept since I arrived at the compound. Pretty hard to sleep with all of the military watching over you like a hawk, making sure that you are not infected.  We were loaded onto a 747 and strapped in and was  basically cocooned to the belly of the airplane. As I heard the engine rev, I braced myself for take off the best I could being the fact I was basically mummified with belts across my chest and in my crotch. I looked at the other sweaty, frightened faces that surrounded me. Everyone on this metal bird has lost someone to the disease. A friend, a relative, lover, everyone lost someone meaningful to them. What frightened yet comforted me at the same time was that I could see the hope shining in their eyes that even though they lived on, their significant other's memory will live with them. I closed my eyes and felt the plane lurch upward and heard everyone sigh a breath of relief. That relief was short lived for the pilot was infected. Just that the sucker didn't show any signs until we were in midair. I felt the plane lose control and heard screams from the cockpit. Everyone surrounding me was quiet, accepting of their fate. Just as we crashed I felt myself screaming. Even as I came to I swear I was still screaming. I took a breath, feeling the air tear into my raw throat. I tore the belts off, seeing that the plane disintegrated on impact. I looked around and spotted that there was one other survivor from the fiasco, a woman named Sophia. Sophia with the big idea of hiding out in the airport to keep safe from the infected. She also thought that we would be saved if someone decided to land a plane here in the middle of a disease ridden country.  Something made me want to believe that we are going to be saved yet I know that we are not going to see another human ever again. I followed her back into the airport which was devoid of any human life. Our footfalls echoed forever on in the humongous dining area.
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Raqonteur's avatar
I must admit.
I thought you were going to eat her :P