28 Weeks Later
00. Epilogue
( Story is somewhat similar to Fallout 3 in certain areas, I'm sure if you've played that game you'll find the references. Anyways, here's the remake story of Thicker Than Blood! Hope you all enjoy )
Journal,
It's been three weeks since the global evacuation, and so far no dice with containing Apollo 28, some nasty evolved form of Glioblastoma that turns people into those things you see off of horror movies - zombies, almost. The government consoled everyone by telling them that the disease wasn't fatal, there's a cure, that it'll all blow over soon... But that about a month ago, before we were all forced to leave our houses and jobs to crowd up and be stuffed into underground vaults like a flocks of sheep. Over a thousand cases of Apollo 28 were recorded in the span of a few days, and that's when things started getting suspicious - when people started eating each other and hobbling around like they had a limp. At first it wasn't so bad, the bacteria was small and maintainable.. But as people travelled to and from America with the intent to vacation, the virus flourished in the U.S. almost as quickly as wildfire would spread in dry grass. Symptoms worsened, people ran the streets with the mindset to kill - It was like the bath salt issue all over again... Only, there wasn't a cure.
Which leaves me here, in Vault 126, living in a plain four room cell with little to no activities to keep myself occupied. My guest-turned-roommate helps keeps things regular here, but he's gone most of the time with his own tasks and it leaves me struggling to not carve on the rounded metal walls with a steak knife to save myself from the boredom. Sleep helps, I guess, and television too... But the four channels that work- Cooking, Cartoons, Reality and News- are all just playbacks, nothing new, nothing interesting. Food is hard to come by so there's little to no snacking, and if you wanted entertainment you would have to meet up with friends and do as they did in the 1990s. It's a madhouse, and even though the others in this vault seem to be fairing alright, I think I'm going insane.
I've got this plan to escape, but it would require a lot of ambushes and time to prepare, not to mention people that could help with the traps and assaults on vault guards. I wish I could just sneak into the General's headquarters and take the vault keys, but unfortunately it's more complicated than that. If this plan is eventually going to work, I'm going to need to group some people up and plot things out with them - hopefully Ken is willing to bandwagon with me on this.
On the topic of people, I found out that Felix is being kept is Vault 242, which is just about a hundred miles from here, in terms of being above ground that is - you're not able to reach other vaults unless you physically leave the one you're currently in and travel on foot. Mail is, however, acceptable; and we've been using letters to talk and tell each other things we would normally be able to by phone (which also isn't an option anymore, in case you were wondering). He says there's been some issues keeping his vault door shut where he's residing at, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue.. It'll be resolved quickly, if the authorities have anything to do about it.
Anyways, there's nothing much to really report besides the fact that I've written at least thirty journal entries in the past hour, and more is sure to come. I don't know how much longer we'll be kept in these little capsules twenty feet underground, but if my plan follows through, not very much long at all.
Yours,
Ryan