Pierce Mercer was silent as he could see his breath in a pale air, the night was refreshing but at the same time it was also rather stale. Pulling the hood of his rather raggy parka over his head he turned back as he took the hand of Noah Hunter, a young man of eighteen now as of mere weeks ago. The disease that ravaged the world had presented almost a year ago now in a small town called Maplewood in Minnesota. It was what one might call the Beginning of the end, I had been a Martial Arts instructor back then, and Noah was a school student himself. In fact that was sort of how Noah and I had meant was at St. Marys Academy. The small town of Maplewood had been devoured within mere days, the people who lived there unable to combat the threat that had come to be. No one knew how it started or why it started, the only guess was an experiment gone wrong at a Multi Billion dollar company named 3M Cooperation. But the truth of these events was simple, there really was no explanation for what had happened, an now a year later there was no use in searching for the cause. When Maplewood fell I had thought that maybe the infection had not spread beyond the small town, that was why the goal was to escape the small town to a safer place with no infection. But soon it was apparent that the incident was not isolated by any means, it had already started to spread throughout Minnesota. It has been a year of being on the run from these creatures, some call them zombies, I call them Infected because honestly I don't believe in zombies. Somehow the infection spread fast, do I know how? No I don't but it makes me think this was some sort of chemical attack on the United States, everyday we come across a new town as we walk the back country roads, looking for safety and other survivors. An all we find is infected all over the streets, we keep going searching for food and a warm place to sleep at night but it is hard because of the looters and the gangs that have taken over everywhere. Waiting for unsuspecting victims to cross their path and they will kill and rob them for their belongings.
They have not been able to get to Noah and me yet because I can fight them off, but sometimes I ask myself how long I can keep this fight up, Noah follows me through thick and thin the love we have grown for each other has become that strong. It would be more then fair to say, without Noah I would never have cared enough to make it this far. After I lost my only family in the world back in Maplewood I had no real care for anything anymore, but that's when Noah happened to find me. When I think about it now it had taken me considerable time to realize my feelings for him. Being raised by an Army Career Father can do that you I suppose. Sometimes I wish my dad was here, I know that he would better equipped to handle this situation then I. He raised me to be able to handle this but the truth is I am coming up short much more often now. Noah doesn't notice and I don't say anything but I have become weak from having not eaten much over the past couple days. Honestly I think that Noah has the better chance of surviving this, when I meant him he was a deeply secluded boy who barely said three words at a time. Now he had become a strong man, he still has that innocence about him but over this year I had taught him many things to help him survive. He doesn't realize it yet but I taught him those things in case I fell. It is easy for me to talk about my own death because I know one day it will come for me, but Noah.. he doesn't even like to be in the subject none the less bring it up. I guess he is just a lot better at being optimistic about things then I am.
I can bare to tell him that I myself am losing hope, because after Noah tried to take his life back in Maplewood I had been the one to pull him through it. To save him when he thought no one would, I just can't bring myself to put him in that position. I fight on but I do it for him more then I do it for myself, I walk on for him, I keep breathing only for him. The thing worst then dieing is knowing that Noah would have to walk this world alone, this hellish place with just himself, that's why I won't take my own life. Noah is smart though, smarter then he let himself believe back a year ago, I know he can see that my attitude has changed, but if he knows to what extent I do not know. He does try to ask but I shrug it off with a smile and a kiss and it seemed to work well enough, the question is how much longer I can keep telling myself there is any hope at all? Its a hard truth to accept but there may not be a future for the human race now, and one can only go so long seeing death and destruction before they start to question if its worth it anymore. I often wonder what had happened to the small group we had been apart of back in Maplewood. Aaron, Shawn, Terry, Summer, all people whom we had formed a small bond with before we became separated trying to escape the small town with our lives. I have often wanted to see their faces again, to see any kind of normal face again, but the days go on and get longer and I never see them. I don't like thinking the worst but I just want to believe they are alive and made it out alive but I can't force myself to accept something I don't believe. As I look at the sign that says Minnesota Border, it only goes to show how long we have been fighting this fight to get this far.
The hope was to go North and maybe find and infection free place, but all we found was the burned down town and cities that once had glory to their appearance. The only hope that I have now is that if we make it that far, maybe just maybe Canada might not be infected. It is perhaps the only hope I now have left anymore. As I look at Noah now with red tired eye's I can see a light in his eye's, the hope that has never faded. I hope that we can make it, that we can find peace in the north, a safe haven. I can only hope...