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Glacialis
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[An entry found to have been written in a diary exactly five years after the apocalypse began, the owner of which is now assumed to be deceased]
To whoever finds this diary,[An entry found to have been written in a diary exactly five years after the apocalypse began, the owner of which is now assumed to be deceased]
Scientists said that the world would end in 2050. Global warming, climate change, pollution… All of those were factors in determining when earth's final moments would come. It's now January 1st, 2030— marking five years since the world ended. Humanity's reign on earth has long ceased, and in their place something far, far worse has assumed power— something savage and terrifying. Creatures that are relentless in their desire to taste human blood.
Zombies.
People that once had prosperous lives were turned into beasts without a shred of mercy. Nobody knows exactly how they came into existence— some say it was from a failed experiment that'd gotten out of hand. Others blame all of their problems on foreign nations and choose to believe that they released the zombies. All I know is that they were first sighted around a lab in Los Angeles on January 1st, 2025— it was one hell of a new year. They multiplied in droves, the bloodied, turned people biting others in order to spread the virus. Soon, zombies were all across the United States, and it didn't take long for them to pop up everywhere else, too.
There would be no help arriving to save anybody. Those that should take charge in such situations were busy looking for people to infect, if not already sinking their teeth into the flesh of some poor, terrified human victim. Humanity would lose to this virus, eventually ceasing to exist. At least, that's what everyone thought.
Some people— either very skilled or very lucky— managed to survive the initial chaos. A handful of those people are still alive to this day, hiding inside of their houses and only leaving when necessary to make supply runs. Others died, torn apart by hordes of the infected. But, listen to this.
I heard that about two weeks ago, a group of people from the Northeast Coast— the opposite side of the United States from where the infected were first spotted— managed to not only survive, but they banded together. Somehow, someway they grouped up and traveled to the rural town of New Ashford, Massachusetts, and set up a base in an abandoned complex of houses. The group was small, rag-tag, and unfamiliar with each other. However, they were able to clear out some of the town and thanks to the nearby grocery stores whose residents probably now lay in a pool of their own blood, gathered tons of supplies. Food, water, medical supplies— even luxuries such as batteries and portable phone chargers.
I've also heard rumors that their luck is running out. Recently, more zombies have been flocking over to their area, and they've been rather overwhelmed. Much earlier in the apocalypse, another group of survivors, though a margin larger, made home to Seattle, Washington. We claimed the city maybe a year after the pandemic arose. The two groups were able to contact each other, albeit miraculously, and it seems like the Northeast group is thinking of making the journey over to Seattle. I wonder how many will die along the way?
I wish that I could write more, but it seems like there's a commotion outside. Hopefully I live to write again. Farewell.