Location: New York City, Queens
Date: December 20th, 2019
Voiceless: Alen Narek & Jane Narek
Fuck.
I can tell you that was the first thing that went through my mind when my wife was being mauled by our neighbor. we never made it out of our borough. It should not have happened as fast as it did honestly. We had a plan to get out but things went to shit so there is no point explaining it in my last few hours. She is still on the other side of this door so if you would do me a favor and make it quick.
I can not do it myself call me a coward. If you want to and if so fuck you. It is not out of love I'm selfish okay I only had one round left and honestly, I do NOT want and will not turn into one of them.
Sorry not sorry for the mess.
I am typing this so that when it is found and I do mean when because I know it will be found the lockdowns did not happen as fast as they should have but I know that they closed the city off from us before things truly went to shit. The idiots who fuck that up can go suck one.
Sorry, I trailed off there but I was explaining I am typing this because I want people to know and understand that we tried to live we did not give up. In case the timeline of events is screwed I'll tell you what happened from the point of view of someone who was at ground zero.
It was just like any other day. I go to work scan a few people with my magnetic wand do a few patdowns and let these walking zombies board their flight. Ironic that these were the only zombies that I had to worry about only a few hours ago. Anyway, I was scanning people through when there was suddenly a scuffle behind me from one of the disembarking planes. I never caught which flight it was but that does not matter to me anymore.
This pale-looking guy was on top of one of those business suit types biting the poor guy as he was trying to fight off Mr.Pale. It took a couple of the real security types (above my pay grade) to hold him down. I honestly thought it was just some guy hyped up on drugs god I wish it were. The security people did catch a bit or two trying to get him off Mr.Suit. No real issue just another random event that happens in the city.
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Boy was I wrong.
That was just the first incident to occur during my shift. Things went to shit after that more and more people went Hanniable. That was when I decided it was not a me problem. I left my station once I saw people running. Luckily I took my car to work today I normally just take the bus.
I got ahead of the shit show traffic was gonna happen when they learned that the airport was a lost cause with whatever was turning people into monsters. I sent my wife a text telling her to drop whatever she was doing and head home and start packing essentials. We lived in an apartment building and I did not want to get stuck in there when the infection finally spread through the borough.
I arrived at my apartment with my wife still packing the more sentimental belongings, and I told her to drop them and start packing the car because we were leaving in 10 minutes. Traffic was already starting to back up on the bridges and tunnels towards Manhattan, and there was no possible way that we were going to make it by car. So, I decided that we would head to one of my friend's houses because I knew that they would still be at home. They were always ranting about preparing for the end of the world, and it was a long shot, but I hoped that they had some type of plan.
We never actually got even remotely close to reaching them and in the end, it didn't really matter. My genius of a wife heard a noise coming from our neighbor and did the typically white chick thing and went to check it out and see if they needed any help.
Like what help Could SHE offer?
And my neighbor comes out with bite marks all over his neck blood covering his hand, and my wife stands frozen next thing I know he’s on top of her scratching and biting her. I quickly run over and kick him picked up my wife and rush in to our apartment closing the door behind us.
At point I’ve notice that I have nail marks on my down leg. My wife starts to complaining about feeling hot and I tell her to go into the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a shower to clean the blood off and to clean the bite marks on her neck. I know that she’s not coming out of the bathroom and that was the last time I saw her.
A couple of hours later I hear moaning and banging coming from the bathroom door. I leave the bathroom and lock the master bedroom door. I check the gun that I’ve had in my hand when I went over and kicked the zombie and just notice that I must have fired it in my panic.
There was only one round left… the fever is starting to become unbearable and Im starting to shake uncontrollable so this is it. This is all the evidence that will be left of what happened to us. I'm scared because I've never been alone like this before
whoever finds... I... I didnt…want… to... but... scared... of what'll be left... if I turn...
I am… Alen Narek.. and I’m scared…