"The diaries were resumed after six months"
12/07/2048
We will not record history, we are history itself. The worn-out papers and the pens that were about to dry, and then dried, recorded us.
Then we completed the rest on our tombstones, then we lay inside them under the rain, waiting for death, one after the other.
We are more aware and know that birds will eat from our faces, so none of us will be alive to turn the soil over the graves of the rest. And we know that no one will remain alive to remember us or ask about us: how we were... how we lived... how we died... did we achieve our dreams... was death painful or did we leave quickly... did we cry or were we brave... did the son die before the father... how much were the tears and blood... it wasn't war, but it was much more terrifying. We have nothing to fight here. Shall we hold the guns and shoot our intestines to kill the parasites?! Some of us did... but they were aiming at the pain to shorten the suffering, and they hit the target accurately.
13/07/2048
They lied to us. They said a lot, and everything they said was a lie. The disease was not as they described it, not a fever and bloody cough, not pain or muscle failure... sons of bitches lied to us!
My husband vomited in front of me, and he was screaming. His vomit was black, and strange fumes rose from it. His vomit was like acid, melting his face. Drops of it fell on the plastic bag on the ground, and the bag melted and was pierced, then my husband lost consciousness.
14/07/2048
Lies, all of it. They melted from the inside. The parasite secreted its digestive acids inside them, so it dissolved them. It was growing and expanding in their bellies until it tore them apart and came out a week after their death. On our way to this farm, my children saw empty corpses from the inside, with burned faces and blue skin. They didn't cry. For the first time in my life, I didn't understand them. I don't know what they are thinking.
The government lied. They said they would take us to a new place, to Paradise, but they barely took a hundred people, and left us here to perish...
15/07/2048
I must tell you my name, at least before I forget it. My name is Melissa Hart. I was a settler, and now I am nothing. I was a wife, and my husband got the infection from me. I was a mother, then a black beast tore my children to pieces. I was a company owner, and we had a large villa, and memories... I think I still have the memories, but I just don't smile when I remember them anymore. I can't smile while I see people dying in front of me, and I know for sure that I am next after them.
It is the first time in my life that I feel that man is the world, man is my world, is man dying?! No... the whole world is dying, and if we want to save the world, the capable man must save his dying brother. Damn you, we are dying here... where are you?!
16/07/2048
I don't want to die
I don't want to die
I don't want to die
17/07/2048
I don't want to die I don't want to
18/07/2048
Please God, someone, I don't want to die
19/07/2048
I don't want to die, not here, not like this, it hurts, I don't want to burn like this
20/07/2048
Please, I want a bullet, I want poison, or anything
21/07/2048
Oh God, I want to die
The rest of the pages... an empty book... half-burnt... stained with black vomit.