It's been 2 months since the outbreak. In such a short amount of time it seems as if our nations population has been completely wiped out. I just might be the last person alive in America or quite possibly, the world. That sounds a bit overly dramatic but when the dead start rising then anything is possible. Still, I can't be too sure at this point. The public was kept isolated from the rest of the world early in the epidemic. If you were fortunate enough to have friends or family in another country maybe they could give you some news from the outside. They probably thought that keeping us here would control the spreading of this disease. All we know is that some cases showed up in Europe but we were never given any idea how severe it was. After that it was no longer even being discussed. For all we know they could have cleared it up by now or even found a cure. I like to believe that somewhere is safe but each day I have to live with these things on my tail, I loose hope.

When this all started I was in New York City. Being summer, it was immensely crowded but honestly when isn't this place crowded. With all those people that turned, it was a miracle that I managed to escape. At the time I worked a store selling sporting goods and weapons ranging from guns to just about anything that had a blade. I even kept a bayonet. Before I escaped, I managed to stock up on anything important I could get my hands on then got the hell out of there before I become one of them. Any friends or family in the city, I just wrote off as dead. There was no way that I could get to them and they were most likely dead anyway. What was important is that I got out of there. It may have sounded selfish but my friends an family worked and lived in the heart of the city and it was summer. It would be hard to get to them even if all the people in this city were still alive.

If there were any doubts that my family was dead, the bombs dropped on the city and bridges confirmed it. When I stood on the streets of Jersey City overlooking New York I could help but feel like I was leaving more than my loved ones. This city was a part of me and held so many memories. I was born and raised in New York. Now with this pandemic I lost my family and my home. Even if all of this just blew over, I could never go back home. It was gone. Watching the military destroy my home was absolutely devastating. Everything that I knew and loved was taken away from me in less than a day.

With nothing else holding me down to this place, I picked up what little belongings I had and went in search for a car. I didn't know where I was driving but I hoped to find somewhere safe.