The Road with No Destination.

Day 1.

Why do the worst things happen to those who are most unsuspecting? I look around, and amidst all the horror, I just see people. Men, women, and children roaming around, skin ripping from their bones, minds fogging to the point of near vacancy--all having been swallowed by something that has literally altered them from within. They all had lives-- homes, families, places to be, choices to make-- but it was all taken from them in an instant, and there's no going back. Now I look at my family, and I want to cry. Every minute with them could be my last, and I can't enjoy even a single second. Fear has taken us just as the virus has taken so many others. Is this fate really any better? We have been running since dawn, trying to hide from it all, but does it even matter? I want to be optimistic, and I fake it in from of my kids, but I honestly don't see a way out of this mess. The virus is only going to spread day by day, and then what? Even if we live our lives out till we simply die of old age, what kind of crappy life will it have been? Constantly running, hiding, and fighting off those who wish to kill us? I had so many things that I was looking forward to in this life, but as I take in all that is happening around me, I realize that none of it will ever happen. Today may just be the beginning, but to me, it sure feels like the end.