Apocalypse The Four Parcels of January 15, 2016
I'm still alive.
We are looting the hospital V ***, which can serve collecting and loading other supplies Direct Caorso or the devil knows where. You can not say that it has become part of the NAA, in any case Prospectus keeps me with him as a "volunteer." Every day he says: "You did a good job, Jude. Go to sleep, maybe tomorrow I'll kill you ', but then we're back here, to renew the game. It has a black humor that once would have liked, but when he spoke to you ... here, so do not laugh. Here I found a laptop computer still running and I immediately made between the my personal belongings, while the others stayed at home or have already been shipped as supplies.
we surprised some yellow around the hospital, immediately killed, and within a small community who had holed up in departments and offices. I spoke with them, discovering that the group is what remains of the local collection. We will speak more of them next time, in any case, the center is blown when one of the guests have begun to show symptoms of infection until the attack did not start from the inside, as you may have heard and read a thousand times since it started here and in thousands other places.
I have a limited freedom, one of my tasks of apprentice labor and inventory assistant (after I tried to save something from the warehouse, Brochures put me under the command of Varese, the officer on stores), so I write only to let people know he is still alive and that patrols our collection as they are sifting through all the province between Parma and Piacenza, not to mention the rest of Italy occupied by a similar basis, collecting not only food but also helpful staff.
V *** Among the refugees there are two doctors, Dr. Colla and Dr. Low, who has already granted the Prospectus for the next shipment. I do not know where to go or what will happen their families. Elizabeth, Dr. Colla, is a cardiologist and my age (with her are her husband, Claudio, and their two daughters, Rebecca and Valerie), Luigi Basso was the primary instead of Neurology (with him, his wife Valeria, affected Alzheimer's disease). I repeat their names to remind myself and the guards are people, not objects or goods, but Brochures her shoulders and smiles, calls them "parcels" and insists that a destination which will be most useful here. Luigi is concerned about Valeria, who alternates between moments of lucidity confusional states in asking why not come home, insisting that her husband works too much, and sometimes chat with the NAA as the children were came to me, they laugh at you and Luigi breaks my heart. You can almost see him going on, poor thing.
But now I have to close, my break is over and I have not met all the refugees, we are compiling an inventory of how people and goods. I am horrified. No, it sucks, but I have no choice, and then who knows ... maybe tomorrow I'll kill the Prospectus.
stay alive.
