Heres a little something until the next proper update in the timeline.
From the book: Death of a Nation ( a collection of fifty different survivors accounts of how they made it through the outbreak, published in May 2006 two years after the outbreak in England and the subsequent Eurasian Epidemic that began eight months later. All proceeds went to the British Refugee Fund).
Diana Larkin, 23 years old : "The motorway was jam packed with cars. With busses, vans, lorries. People had luggage tied to their roofs, some people were even sitting on roofs of trucks and busses, it was a surreal sight. Some people who had motorbikes zipped through the traffic fine, until they were dragged off and their bikes stolen. Me and my boyfriend, Rick, we'd been stuck the traffic jam for hours. We'd barely made it out of Cambridge in time before the infected overrun the entire city and there we were stuck in traffic on the M11 trying to get to London, where it was still safe, at that point anyway. It had been three days since the riots started, the police were long gone. We'd heard rumours that the army had abandoned their posts in the city too, thats when the panic set in and everyone tried to leave.
The news on the radio had gone from bad, to downright horrendous :Thousands dead in Cambridge. Riots in Bedford. Soldiers barricading Peterbourgh. Tanks on the streets of Luton. It just didnt seem real. It was like a nightmare, only we couldnt wake up. Just that morning we had barely escaped with our lives as the infection reached our street, our neighbours chasing us as we made a run from the house to our car. We made it, obviously, and i remember crying hysterically as we sped at maybe 60mph down a 20mph zone, knocking a few of the infected down.
There was sheer pandemonium on the M11 motorway that day when a police helicopter hovered overhead and told us through a loudspeaker to get out our cars and walk south, as the infection had reached the motorway. You had to be there to understand what i'm talking about. People crashing into the cars in front, some pushing people to the ground as they ran, leaving those poor souls to be crushed under the feet of the stampeding crowd. People were literally jumping from car to car in an attempt to get away, hopping from roof to roof, others fleeing into the nearby fields. And it only got worse when we looked back and saw smoke rising from a burning car maybe half a mile back, we knew the infected were getting close.
We ran as fast as we could, and sped up as the growls and screams came closer. I'm not entirely sure what Rick saw when he looked over his shoulder, but whatever it was, made him realise we couldnt keep running.
He opened the door of a car, a Ford Focus i remember, and shoved me in the back seat, and told me to lay down low and keep as quiet as possible. I tried begging him to get in, but he refused, he told me he loved me and slammed the doors closed. He shouted at the infected, he must have been a lot closer than i had thought : "Come on you fuckers ! I'm over here, come and get me bitches !"
He ran off , towards the field i think, the infected chasing after him and running right past the car i was hiding in. He saved my life by doing that, i stayed ridged in that car for about six hours, silently crying. I managed to get out the car, and walked down the motorway towards London. Everyone was gone, darkness had fallen on the silent motorway, the cars were all now abandoned, blood and bodies littering the road.
I walked down the road towards London, i was more than grateful to be spotted by a passing army chopper and taken the refugee centre at the Millenium Dome in London.
To this day, i still dont know what happened to Rick, i've accepted now that he died. He died so i could live, and i know in my heart ill always love him.
Now i live in New York, in the Free Continent's thousands of miles away from whatever is left of Europe and Asia, if anything. I miss my old home, i still think about my old life, but things have changed now, i've accepted that. What choice do i have ?"
From "Death of a Nation" - Chapter 1 , pages 8 - 12
The next update should be tomorrow, expect London to burn mwahhaaha
From the book: Death of a Nation ( a collection of fifty different survivors accounts of how they made it through the outbreak, published in May 2006 two years after the outbreak in England and the subsequent Eurasian Epidemic that began eight months later. All proceeds went to the British Refugee Fund).
Diana Larkin, 23 years old : "The motorway was jam packed with cars. With busses, vans, lorries. People had luggage tied to their roofs, some people were even sitting on roofs of trucks and busses, it was a surreal sight. Some people who had motorbikes zipped through the traffic fine, until they were dragged off and their bikes stolen. Me and my boyfriend, Rick, we'd been stuck the traffic jam for hours. We'd barely made it out of Cambridge in time before the infected overrun the entire city and there we were stuck in traffic on the M11 trying to get to London, where it was still safe, at that point anyway. It had been three days since the riots started, the police were long gone. We'd heard rumours that the army had abandoned their posts in the city too, thats when the panic set in and everyone tried to leave.
The news on the radio had gone from bad, to downright horrendous :Thousands dead in Cambridge. Riots in Bedford. Soldiers barricading Peterbourgh. Tanks on the streets of Luton. It just didnt seem real. It was like a nightmare, only we couldnt wake up. Just that morning we had barely escaped with our lives as the infection reached our street, our neighbours chasing us as we made a run from the house to our car. We made it, obviously, and i remember crying hysterically as we sped at maybe 60mph down a 20mph zone, knocking a few of the infected down.
There was sheer pandemonium on the M11 motorway that day when a police helicopter hovered overhead and told us through a loudspeaker to get out our cars and walk south, as the infection had reached the motorway. You had to be there to understand what i'm talking about. People crashing into the cars in front, some pushing people to the ground as they ran, leaving those poor souls to be crushed under the feet of the stampeding crowd. People were literally jumping from car to car in an attempt to get away, hopping from roof to roof, others fleeing into the nearby fields. And it only got worse when we looked back and saw smoke rising from a burning car maybe half a mile back, we knew the infected were getting close.
We ran as fast as we could, and sped up as the growls and screams came closer. I'm not entirely sure what Rick saw when he looked over his shoulder, but whatever it was, made him realise we couldnt keep running.
He opened the door of a car, a Ford Focus i remember, and shoved me in the back seat, and told me to lay down low and keep as quiet as possible. I tried begging him to get in, but he refused, he told me he loved me and slammed the doors closed. He shouted at the infected, he must have been a lot closer than i had thought : "Come on you fuckers ! I'm over here, come and get me bitches !"
He ran off , towards the field i think, the infected chasing after him and running right past the car i was hiding in. He saved my life by doing that, i stayed ridged in that car for about six hours, silently crying. I managed to get out the car, and walked down the motorway towards London. Everyone was gone, darkness had fallen on the silent motorway, the cars were all now abandoned, blood and bodies littering the road.
I walked down the road towards London, i was more than grateful to be spotted by a passing army chopper and taken the refugee centre at the Millenium Dome in London.
To this day, i still dont know what happened to Rick, i've accepted now that he died. He died so i could live, and i know in my heart ill always love him.
Now i live in New York, in the Free Continent's thousands of miles away from whatever is left of Europe and Asia, if anything. I miss my old home, i still think about my old life, but things have changed now, i've accepted that. What choice do i have ?"
From "Death of a Nation" - Chapter 1 , pages 8 - 12
The next update should be tomorrow, expect London to burn mwahhaaha
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