This my story (Based on my real life)

[brave cypress]

9th July 1993.
It felt like yesterday I told my fianceé to start buying extra canned foods. She thought my Cold War paranoia still lingered and now that the Berlin Wall had fallen and Soviet was no more that we were safer than ever. I believed her but I grow up in the forest in mountains, in one of those last outpost towns with hunters and fishermen north, west, south and east of us. Those things didnt mean to much to me. I never got a hunter license because I was a "town" boy. And never liked fishing either since I only got one fish in my life, that is 36 years.
I digress, the one thing I learned from my relatives in those outback villages was to be prepared. They hunted, they fished, they knew how to forrage the land. I took some of that to heart. I started prepping and because of my slight autism (is there a slight version) of it, I went all in, sometimes with ridiculous things. Anyway, I did prepared and when this....I find no words for it...this armageddon befell us. At first we thought it was another crack epidemic, those things can make a man be crazy, but the more and more we listened and hearing about the military! was moving in the closest city, Lousville, I saw in my woman a panic in her eyes, but then disregarded it as media hystoria. I fell in her disbelief and we just started to prepare to be prepared as of the National Guard directives. We lived in the suburbs of Loisville so we talked to our neighbors on our streed and agreed to help each other, have known them for a few years now, very friendly folks.

Feels nice and anciety inducing to think about those days, it felt years ago but it was only three days since everything went, well armageddon.
Suddenly the military boxed us in and declared martial law. I saw my neighbors attack each other without provocation, some so wounded they shouldnt be alive. Was this a new biological weapon? We hunkered up with a few friends in a nearby home/safe house. They talked about that it could be a military experiment gone wrong. Others that it might be from the outbreak before from the Spiffos Corporation. What Ive seen and been told, no matter what it was, the people, the bloodied and damaged people we, were no longer the ones we knew. Husks would be a better word.
That brings me why I started to write this diary or what you can call it, a suicide note might be better, I dont know.
We were out in a suburban neighborhood to search for more supplies, you cant imagine how much food you need to sustain a small group of people as us. We had been surveying a house for some time when we it. I managed to pry open a window and we crawled in. Total silence, to silence even. We found some canned food and fresh produce, even an unused Magnum revolver (Gotta love America). We were just about done when we heard a thump, thump, thump from the floor above. I signaled my sooon to be wife to leave, now! But she insisted that maybe, just maybe it could be another unaffected person needing for help, it was a somewhat sound reasoining since the sound didnt have that groveling sound the other had. We went silently up the stairs, every step gave a creeky sound.

We located the room where it came from, the door was closed but I felt the dorrhandle and it seemed to be unlocked. I went first and my wife agreed. I was almost twice the length of her and had better upperbody strength than her but she was better than me in running and leg strength. I digress agaom. We went into the room and it was silent, that silence we had or rather havent heard before. It was dark and I could make a bed and a drawer in the distant. I moved forward and then it happened. Behind me I had a gurgling sound and looked back. Someone or something had attacked my wifes neck, biting into it with feriocity I cant still comprhend. My wife screamed in agony and I lunged at that creature, I managed to wrestle it to the ground and with every inch of power I had in me, I caved their head in. Below me laid a corpse that should be dead long ago. I snapped out of my adrenaline rush and looked at my wife. She was confulsing on the floolr. I rushed over to her. We both knew it wss a fatal wound even though I applied bandages after bandages....she looked me into the eyes and told me she loves me..always. Her light in her eyes went blank...she was gone....or so I thought.

We had found some wines and bourbon earlier. My then wife had advised me not since I had been an alcoholic but she couldnt find a reasoin not to drink in this armageddon. I sat there at a desk from those pingbong tables we played in university, looking at my dead wife and what now!? She is gone, the only anchor I had in this life. As I was pouring me another glas of bourbon I heard another gurgling sound, this time from my wife. I stood up in disbelief. What the hell happens! She rose up and looked at me...those eyes I never forget, so cold and lifeless but still her eyes. She moved towards me with a creaturelike animation. I tried talking to her but she didnt react. She then fell over and I catched her. She looked at me with her cold eyes and then lunged at my neck. I pushed her away in shock. WHO IS THIS! it is not my wife! She laid there in the corncer of the room, making unsountable gurglinng sounds and trying to get back up like it was 1 year old. This was NOT my wife anymore. I drew my Magnum and aimed at her head. My hands trembled. What if! What if she is in there!? I looked her one more time in the eyes and said; This is not my wife" and fired. She was truly gone now. The one thing that mattered to me in this world and I couldnt protect her.

What now!? I shall persevere in her name. If I can help communites get back up I shall be there. Help other people against this bloody hell that has been brought upon us! I shall be God's wrath. But most likely this is How I DIed.