The world ended, and what has risen from it's destruction but more death.
I would say the dead walk amongst us, but really they are not the dead. They are reanimated-sapians. Reanimates, or Rani. Whatever the hell you want to call them, they are our cultural and physical stopping stone.
You know your friends, your family? These things, they aren't them. It is the same as seeing a rabid dog. They have the same ferociousness as a mother animal defending it's young against a predator, but they never back down, or give up. Their attention can only be distracted by an easier or more plentiful meal.
Come night or day their eyes will always see you. The only exception is at night if you blend into darkness and do not move they struggle to see. And don't be fooled by their shambling stance, for when they awaken they charge unremorselessly, out pacing lesser men.
I don't begin to understand how or why they work. Hell I don't know how I managed to survive, or even how this disease, virus or, dare I say, evolution occurs. And I don't care.
I am a survivor and I am not alone. I have found a number of people who braved the first days; though their story is not told here, nor is my part in theirs. I have not yet made my remembrance to them. However I have one such person beside me. Sam. We met by chance, and by luck we stayed together. Funny thing is that we never asked one another's last names. I suppose that it doesn't matter now; that we must take what family we can.
Though this does not mean that all people will ally themselves. Be warned! Some fear strangers. Some want their own way. Some are exploiting this apocalypse for their own gains. Some will rob you, some will kill you, and all the space in between is up for grabs.
My journey? It started a day before everyone else’s, but I didn't know right then. It led me around in circles, getting chased again and again by the creatures we become. I found people, they left in a hurry. Some people found me, and I left quicker. Then I found Sam, and now we move together from Rani, and those who seem to pursue us. The truth? It's not the best experience in my life, but my mind seems to love it. For the first time in my life I am not overwhelmed by thoughts, I think clearly, precisely. I excel in this life, but at the same time I preferred it before the end. I had family, I had time to relax.
After the first week wideband radio conversations died. Maybe because people had run out of power, or maybe they had all found one another. There is another choice, but death isn't a pretty topic to talk about.
A couple of radio stations set a final message that gets played on the hour every hour and other than that their system cycles through all the music they have available. Other stations are dead, and some have noises that come over the waves; groaning and mumbling, the signs that Rani stand near the microphones.
My purpose has always been to explain my life in the hopes that any little thing that I have done may spare a life. Be it yours or your friends. I give lessons that I have learnt, and I give ideas on things I have seen. Obviously in the end the choice will be yours. Your decisions now weigh more, as each choice you make defines a larger percentage of the population than it used to. Whereas it used to be around 0.0000001% of the population that anything affected. From what I've seen, it could be anything from 0.0001 and up. That figure sounds drastic, but it is based upon seeing about 15-20 people alive since Day 7. So each choice you make should reflect what you want for the world. Please remember that in all that you do.
And so, I sign off, as always;
I hope you make another day
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