I am currently writing the alarming news of two days ago in a red pen.
Two days ago, a mysterious disease was found in Asia. The disease spread with an alarming rate through Russia and China, until it leaked into the Middle East. The mysterious virus killed 40% of all human life in Asia in the past two days.
Now, as of this morning, the virus has reached the United States.
The fabric of my life, already torn because of my family's death last year, and because of this stupid war, became even more frayed as the few people left in New York City panicked. I hope that I am not one of the ones to fall ill, though 13% of the population on the Pacific Coast have Seattle is close to being wiped off the face of the Earth. Two percent of the army has fallen ill.
Great, now my pen's running out of ink.
Okay. New pen, with purple ink. I can continue this diary. Ah, the convenience of a pen collection!
So, as I was saying, the end of the world is at hand. With the countries of the world being weakened already by this World War 3, a disease has to pick the worse time to strike.
Crap! Now this pen's running out of ink. What's wrong with the world???
Okay, I swear that if this pen runs out of ink I'll freaking kill myself. I have no idea what the disease is supposed to be- some elaborate flu? Bacteria, virus, or parasite? The illness has not yet spread to where I live but it's only a matter of time until it does, which freaking sucks. I would swear, but after my mom died I decided to keep my promise to her, made when I was just a little girl; I will never, ever swear until I'm twenty-one.
-Wynter Sora
Now, as of this morning, the virus has reached the United States.
The fabric of my life, already torn because of my family's death last year, and because of this stupid war, became even more frayed as the few people left in New York City panicked. I hope that I am not one of the ones to fall ill, though 13% of the population on the Pacific Coast have Seattle is close to being wiped off the face of the Earth. Two percent of the army has fallen ill.
Great, now my pen's running out of ink.
Okay. New pen, with purple ink. I can continue this diary. Ah, the convenience of a pen collection!
So, as I was saying, the end of the world is at hand. With the countries of the world being weakened already by this World War 3, a disease has to pick the worse time to strike.
Crap! Now this pen's running out of ink. What's wrong with the world???
Okay, I swear that if this pen runs out of ink I'll freaking kill myself. I have no idea what the disease is supposed to be- some elaborate flu? Bacteria, virus, or parasite? The illness has not yet spread to where I live but it's only a matter of time until it does, which freaking sucks. I would swear, but after my mom died I decided to keep my promise to her, made when I was just a little girl; I will never, ever swear until I'm twenty-one.
-Wynter Sora
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