Dearest Diary; Entries (Pt. III)

The library man. I still didn't know who he was, but. . .  did I actually want to? What did I hope to gain from reading about what little he left of himself upon those crumpled pages? Did I feel guilty for his death? Tch. He was the fool who failed to comprehend my gestures at communication. He wrought his own death. A fitting end for a coward. Indeed... well then... hmm? I do suppose seeing him how he currently was did stir anger within me. I suppose reading his words would bring me some solace and to him homage to his last breath.

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January 13th

It has been almost a month since the incident in New Orleans and people still don’t believe what they have seen is true. How can they accept that what before has only been campy science fiction has become a reality? But it has, and the death that has descended upon New Orleans has spread at an alarming rate throughout the country. Las Vegas has been completely quarantined from the outside world. Soon Salt Lake City, Indianapolis, Miami, New Jersey, and Butte will also become dark spots on the map.

All regularly scheduled programming on TV has been canceled, and news runs nonstop. But in all honesty, it is more of a mass obituary. No one knows where this came from or how it is spreading, and the government has been eerily silent, as though it is covering something up. But what?

January 17th

A flood of protesters descended on the capital this morning, but there were too many voices shouting and too many demands. The only thing that bound them together, the only thing that had brought them there was the growing hysteria. Even through the TV, the tension in the air was palpable. Perhaps all in the crowd feared that there might be someone amongst them who was carrying this disease, and it wasn’t long before the protest devolved into a riot of hopeless cries for salvation. The crowd began pushing more violently against the human wall of police in riot gear that stood between them and the gates of the White House. Suddenly one of the officers panicked and fired into the crowd, which triggered the trigger finger of another officer, then another, then another, then another. Blood curdling cries filled the air. Wails and death throes blended together with gunfire to create an ominous harmony, almost like a theme song of what the future has in store for us.