Chapter One
"Upon my cold embrace the sun shall never rise unto the sons of man."
Oct 12 3126
A few of my friends in college decided it would be a good idea to start a journal, However I told them that the word journal is simply a male term for a diary. The idea is still a good one though, No matter how girlish it feels to document my days progress within a small leather booklet. They say that when we die this is our legacy now, And other survivors might take the time to read our stories and relate. Hell in my opinion It might save some lives, The useful information in a book is still relevant even if its written by someone like myself instead of an author or specialist, But I Digress.
My name is Damian Gendur, And the world has gone to hell. Last year the government announced a pandemic of a new disease called Osirus-denoctus, But we survivors just call it Deno Disease, What the virus actually does is beyond the imagination. Though iv seen people with the infection iv never stuck around long enough to watch or study their behavior. You see, When you become infected the virus acts like a normal flu. And some how that flu begins wiping your memory away, Though your body remains aware of the memory slip. Once you lose all your memories you become violent and feral, And that's about all I know. But anyway, Basically the virus spread like wildfire and destroyed Europe in a matter of three months. The other governments tried to keep it a secret but after a while the public figured out what was going on, Some survivors in Europe managed to upload video's and pictures of the chaos onto the internet.