"All I have done is keep running. The child, my child, was the only thing that had kept me alive since the hospital came under attack from whatever the hell monsters they were, I never was really told, only to keep away from them and keep my baby safe. Not that I had to be told. I had overheard my doctors what feels like a week ago, and they suspected that they were once human, now nothing more than animals, affected by the fallout from the military bombardment which had happened months ago.

The last week has been just one drawn out blur, my legs are on fire and I wish it would just end. From what I can remember, this is how it happened. Shortly after I had given birth to Quinn (thats what i decided to call him, after my doctor) the power cut out in the maternity ward, and was switched to the backup generators, which made the place look even creepier than it usually did. We were hastily evacuated in the paramedic ambulances, only after being supplied with some basic cold weather gear, and the new rebreather packs that were required out in the open. Since then our group, which started at 3 doctors, 4 nurses and 7 patients, has been cut down to only me and my baby.

I nearly got taken, the night before last, when our the final doctor was killed. Sarah Quinn, the woman who had delivered Quinn, had us stop at an abandoned service station to refuel, both us physically and the ambulances. Since it had been below zero for months, we were all skeptical that any gas could be found that would work, a skepticism that was found to be true. We had just started packing up some food when a nurse that was patrolling outside started screaming out in pain and surprise. We all went to ground and started towards the storage room behind the place, with me in front and Dr. Quinn coming up at the back.

All I did was move to the back, only caring about myself and the little one, crawling, until i found the storage room and its dark safety. When I got there i turned around, and there was only one other nurse still crawling forward. The others, all 12 of them, were slowly being torn to messes of screaming flesh and bone by the monsters that hunted us. Me and her, I found out her name was Natalya, sat huddled in that tiny cramped room for almost 20 hours before deciding to get out. She went out first, and we cautiously made our way back into the service station. It turned out that there was still two of them left in there, feasting on the frozen remains of the people its kin had massacred. these ones, the ones that have been tracking me ever since, must have been government biohazard workers, because they still wore the tattered remains of biocontainment suits, complete with gore filled gas masks and overcoats. Sensing fresh meat, they quickly grabbed Natalya and started towards me, but i closed the door to her screams, but they still saw me, and followed me outside.

I have been fatal game of hide and seek with them for the past 6 hours since then, taking refuge in a cluster of partially destroyed buildings near the service station since then. I dont think I can last much longer, but my life is worth nothing compared to that of Quinns, so I will do my best to stay alive. "


This was found scrawled in a book found buried on the outskirts of London, England in 2013. It is believed to be a personal diary of one Rebekah Jones, whos remains were found in along with many others in a mass grave, not far from where the book was found. The whereabouts of her child, Quinn Jones, is as of now unknown.