Draft: Bad Feeling

May 18, 2134



The world feels pretty empty lately, like a shadow of what it used to be, with just the infected wandering around the quiet streets. Buildings that once buzzed with life now stand like gravestones, their windows dark and lifeless. Everything’s wrapped in an eerie stillness, missing even a single healthy person.
No one really knows how we got to this point, how a lively society fell apart, because those who could tell the story are long gone, taken by the relentless spread of the illness.
I’m just here, standing alone in this tough reality, a lone figure in a landscape filled with the ghosts of better times. The weight of being alone is heavy, as I try to make sense of a world that used to thrive, now just filled with echoes and memories.
I'm struggling to survive. The supermarket I'm staying in is running out of food, and each passing day feels a little bleaker. The shelves that once were filled with fresh produce and canned goods are now mostly bare, with only a few scattered items left. I have mostly scraps, and I'm doing my best to save them for as long as I can, but the hunger is becoming unbearable.

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May 20th

Today was strange. I saw someone. I don't know who they are, I didn't get a good look, but I'm sure that their not infected. You see the infected and the healthy have very distinctly different features. With the healthy, they look like any normal human. With the infected, their throat is eating at them. I've seen it so many times. At different stages too. Stage one is developing a huge tumor-like bulge in the front of your neck. Stage two, I'm not sure how to explain it, but it's like a worm that emerges, it looks slimy, and it's covered in slime and blood. It eats away at the neck, bit by bit. By this time, the person will apparently feel calm, like what's going on is okay.

Stage three is far by the worst. Not only is half the neck eaten away, but the person, or what was a person, has more tumor-like pockets, all around their face. I'm not sure exactly how this happens. Maybe some sort of asexual thing. These don't necessarily eat, they attack others. They spread rapidly and the stages happen within 48 hours.

I hope I see this person again, I need more supplies, and what if they need help too? We can help each other. I hope so. I'm going crazy. I haven't talked to someone in so long. I am trying to write so I keep myself from going insane.