"We must do something."

"I don't understand as to what you think we can do. We have all unanimously decided not to interfere with the ongoing human race."

"We can just let them because hideous mutated freaks like that!"

"Just what would you have us do?"

"Destroy the infected! Destroy the Ill!"

"The only way the Ill can be destroyed is with a specific type of fire. These humans do not possess this type."

"Then is it not obvious that we need to help them?"

Year 0354- Page 1

It is a battle that had been going on for so long now it seems. These later generations, the Generation that I, myself, am apart of, only know of the Ill. Trying to escape them. Trying to destroy them. But they just keep coming back. Nothing seems to work. Even when burned and incinerated they do not become ash. The fire turns a bright red, and then purple... and then extinguishes. The body of the infected is just the same as it was. Perhaps a little off put by the damage to the body, but they always heal. They always heal.

I know what you are thinking. They are zombies. These are not zombies. No, they do not move like they are slow or dumb. True they want flesh and all they have to do is transfer the disease from them to you for you to eventually become one of their kind. The always hungry and bloodthirsty killers. The Immortal Killers it seems.

Even more so, I know what you are thinking. These are not vampires. The tales of old where a person is bit by an infected and they too become an immortal beast who only hunts at night and feeds on mortals. No... these are something all together different.

Their bodies are fleshy, and they look human. There is a slight drag to their walk, true, but it does not give them the appearance of being slow or stupid. Just as if they were pondering the world as they walked. They never seem to tire, either. They don't need to run after you to find you and kill you. They will always find you.

Their skin has a tint around it. It almost makes them glow. Even in the darkest of night, they always seem to put off an aura of some sort. I don't know if it is to help them see, or if it is just natural. It does help distinguish between who to try and kill and who to let live.

That is the difficult part. The killing. You really don't kill them, you know. They always come back. There is no way to cut off body parts and fling them across the street to make sure that they can't reattach. That's just laughable. There were so many people that became infected themselves just for getting within arms reach of them. No, the best way to do it is to stun them. Flash bangs are awesome, you know for the first couple of years that there was anarchy. Everyone had access to military equipment like that. Against all of the guns and grenades, flash bangs were the best any of us humans could come up with. It stuns them, blinds them for close to an hour, where they just remain paralyzed. This is the closest we have ever gotten to killing them. We set them on fire, try to burn them "alive". Even the ballsier of the human race has tried drowning those that were by the lakes or oceans. Once they regained "consciousness", the Ill just walked out of the water. A stake through the heart? What did I tell you? These aren't vampires. Maybe they are like werewolves with silver bullets? Please, we tried that in the third month of the infection once the military realized that they were going to have to play dirty.

So what does that leave? No one knows. The best we do is to burn them in a large pit. Once blinded by a huge light (flash bang, alcohol soaked rag in a bottle can help too), we throw them into the pit and light a match... with a little gasoline thrown in to help. Oil is pretty fun too. But it doesn't seem to do anything. Once the fire is lit, we run like hell. The light brings the others. They know we are "hurting" their kind. Somehow, they always seem to get back at us, whether they intend to or not. I honestly don't believe that they are a conscious being. I think it's more survival instinct that runs the Ill. Whatever it is, I have no idea at least. I'm not a scientist. All of our scientists that were dedicated to figuring out what the 001 Virus was all were too soon joining them. The only documents to survive the transformation (I hear it's pretty rough. Never seen one myself. The last of us that are "alive" know what not to do at this point), was one piece of paper that read "THE END HAS COME" in big scribbly letters.

That is what the older ones tell us, at least. The first sighting of the Ill was over three hundred years ago.

Yup. The originals still walk this earth too. You can usually tell which ones they are by the aura that surrounds them. The newer ones are the brightest... they could almost light up a dark room. Thankfully (?) there hasn't been a new infected in almost a hundred and fifty years. Unfortunately more and more humans have died due to negligence of our own kind. The Old Ones are becoming so similar to humans that us non-infected have a hard time telling them apart. One guy that we met during a trade last week had said that they are even capable of speech. Not great speech, but when most of the human population lives on one continent, anyone that comes off with an accent is no human. Flash on sight.

So how did all of this happen? No idea. How was the 001 Virus released? No idea. How was it created? No idea. It is just one of those things that has just been around to those of us born this late into the world. Instead of civil wars and world wars for gold, money, or oil... this is a war for our own race. To survive is a daily chore. The infected kill every living organism that they are around. They somehow seem to suck the life force out of it (see why flash bangs are so awesome? When they are paralyzed, no life sucky for them!) and organics seem to whither almost instantly. Growing crops is a real pain, finding meat is a real pain. It's how most of the human population died off. They were too dependent on farmers to do it all of them or for the government to take care of them with the military ration foods. Silly people. Those that knew how to survive did. They trained those around them to learn and to develop new ways of gathering and killing food. Sure there have been times of cannibalism, but when it is between you dying, your friend dying because he broke his leg in a farming accident and there in infected coming your way... you grab the nearest ax, get the bag full as you can of nice raw meat and you run like hell, buddy. Sad but true. Most non-infected know it though. They prefer it that way. They don't want their bodies to whither into nothingness, or worse, become an infected. They would rather be of help if they are disabled.

Now, personally, I don't know how the non-infected become the infected. From what I hear it is a brutal and long process. Why anyone would want to be around that when it was happening is far beyond me. Apparently there is screaming, blood (and a whole lot of it), and a lot of thrashing. There is usually a group of the Ill that sit around and wait intently. Like it is something fascinating them. Again, I have never been there for a transformation, this is all what I hear, but hell, I wouldn't want to get any closer than that to them.

So now you know. Now you know the only history that this world seems to know. I'll keep you updated, just in case future races that make it out of here can see that we weren't all crazy during this time. Ha. A joke. I know, a bad one. Leave me alone, I haven't eaten all day. Screw you, journal, you're lucky I even made you.

But I figured someone had to. Someone has to keep track of events since no one wants to do it. Maybe now there won't be another attack like this in the future. Jeez, I hope not.

I'll write more later.