Journal Of Patrick Ohare (hands off)

[MinganLunaris]

Day one by myself

Its been weeks since this disaster started and I have lost all contact with my unit. I have some supplies in my bag but not nearly enough to keep me alive for a sustained period. My battle-buddy was torn apart the other day on the way to the nearest base. We were out of ammo and were escorting civilians to a waiting truck. He stayed behind to give us time to escape, I stayed behind as well and ran back but was too late. I also missed the truck. used the last of my frag grenades to clear the infected from his body. Using an ax I found in a nearby firetruck I decapitated his head to be sure and buried his body in the woods. Who process took 3 hours to dig and fill in. Now holed up in a two story house for the night.

 

[MinganLunaris]

Day 5 by myself

Its been 5 days since I buried my friend and battle-buddy. Managed to scavenge enough nonperishable supplies to keep me on my feet a little bit longer. Have also scavenged a pretty nice pistol. A .44 from the look of it, small and light enough to wield without much worry, good stopping power too. Have also kept the ax I found too. The site outside is horrible, whatever isn't dead and being eaten is dead and looking for more to eat. The lives lost and the fact that we could do nothing to stop weighs heavy upon my mind. I move during the day when I can. My body is weary and my mind needs rest, it is only my Military and outdoor survival training that has carried me so far. But how far I wonder?

 

[MinganLunaris]

One week by myself

I made a mistake yesterday, one I will not make again. I came upon another group of survivors yesterday. Two men a woman and a little girl. They acted glad to see me and to be honest I was glad to see them. It is dangerous to be alone forever. We traveled much of the day together and had just set up camp for the night. The men offered to keep watch I let my guard down. I awoke to the most horrible screaming. The mother and daughter were, I dare not go on, but the men had taken the supplies an ran off. Their trail was easy to find and follow, unable to help the two females I pursued the men in anger. I caught up with them, oh yes I did. And I showed no mercy, an ax to the head took care of one and the other got on his hands and knees to beg. I showed him the same mercy he showed that mother and daughter.

Now I am by myself again, and I have alot of supplies. Have hid them in the town I am in. I am beside myself with worry and regret, I had forgotten that in times of crisis man often than not turn into beasts. I will not let this happen again. From now on anyone in my care will not die, not again not ever again. I have found a Police station of sorts. It will make a perfect base of operations for me and anyone I take in.