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mistake. That it’ll never work. That I somehow misheard the plan, or that the airport will be full to the brim of infected. That once I’m in, I’ll never escape. I can’t stop these thoughts from spinning around my brain, however much I try. I can’t stop seeing images of the virus worming its way past my skin and into my organs. I can’t bear it. It’s making my skin clammy. I can almost feel it. I can almost taste it.
    I can’t do this right now; I’ve got to ignore it all. I need to focus. One task at a time. If I just concentrate on each step individually, it isn’t so taxing. Don’t think about the bigger picture.
    I can hear them, I’m constantly aware of the sounds around me. The moaning, the growling. But as long as it stays in the distance, I’ll be fine. As long as I push it to the back of my brain, I won’t start panicking. I still can’t get my head around the fact that a disease has affected people in this way. It’s so strange, it isn’t right at all. I think there must be a lot more to it than meets the eye, things like this don’t just happen . I wish I knew why, what has caused it. It’s driving me nuts not being in the know. I realise I can get fixated with germs and things, but surely everyone is obsessed with finding out about this one. I can’t be the only person feeling this way.
    I want to know what killed my family. I try not to think about them too much, for fear of sending myself into a tailspin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss them. I deserve to know why they’re all dead. Actually we might be told something substantial at the airport. The government must have some answers for us, surely? They’ve had plenty of time to figure things out. This thought fills me with the determination to continue. If I get there, I’ll again be rewarded for my bravery.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
     
     
    ALYSSA
     
    I wasn’t listening at first; I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts. It took a while for my brain to latch on to the fact that the rolling news report wasn’t one I’d heard before. There was actually something different being reported, a new plan.
    “Everyone, please get to your local airport as quickly as possible. There you will be given further instructions and be taken to a safe destination. I repeat, everyone…”
    So, of course, my desire to leave has become even more desperate. Now I actually need to go. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. I guess in the days the radio was switched off, I must have missed something. To be honest I don’t really care about that, I finally have a mission. It’s better than just heading outside to kill everyone and anyone in sight. I can only assume the government is setting up refugee camps somewhere, that’s the next logical step, after all. At any rate, I’m absolutely fed up with staring at the same four walls and I’m looking forward to whatever is to come. It’ll be an adventure. It also makes me feel a lot better, knowing I’ll be meeting up with others. It’ll be interesting to see what sort of people have made it this far. Who else has got the brains and the guts to survive this much.
    I check through my rucksack again, ensuring I have enough supplies to last me the few days it’ll take me to get to the airport. I can’t take too much because I don’t want to have a really heavy bag. I’m sure we’ll all be looked after in the camp anyway, so I’m not too worried. As long as I keep in mind the ‘three rule’ I’ll be sure to have everything I need.
    “So you can survive three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food. Okay, so matches, tarpaulin, clothes, my water bottle…” I sift through the items, all the time talking to myself. It might be silly, but I’m still picturing myself as the heroine in a film, and I don’t want to come across as stupid. I know what I need to do and I want that to be obvious.
    I’ll also need something to fight