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Alone in Harran

I’m all alone here

I was supposed to write more news, but nobody cares anymore, nobody’s here. Two days ago only half of the team came to work – the rest suddenly took leaves. Yesterday, there were three of us. People disappeared without a word. Today... it’s just me. I desperately hope that there’s still somebody out there that reads this page. I’ll be reporting for you as long as I can. That’s the least I can do with so much madness around.

First of all, you all must know that the disappearance of my co-workers is the least of Harran’s worries. They’ve been building a wall around the city. They’re closing all of us in a quarantine. Like sick animals in a cage. They keep telling us that everything’s under control, that the G.R.E. will save us, that the army will take care of us… while the streets of Harran are plunged in chaos.

I’m scared for my family. My child’s kindergarten is the last one that’s still open, but I don’t know for how long. My neighbourhood’s already been sealed off with barricades. I don’t know if they’ll let me come home.

The only good news is the G.R.E. has developed a cure – the Antizin. They say it surpresses symptoms of the infection. The problem is you can get it only if you report in person to one of the medical points in the city. And this in turn causes even more riots and helps spread the plague. Thank God no one in my family is infected.

I know for sure at least one of my friends wasn’t so lucky. The other day, on his way to work, a woman jumped under his car. He stopped to help her and then… she stood up and started clawing at him! Eventually he managed to restrain her. When he arrived at work, he was trembling and sweating. The boss told him to go home at once. The same afternoon he was taken to the hospital at the Stadium. I never heard from him again. Now people are disappearing all the time.

That’s all for now, I’ve got to go. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps in a few days, I’ll write again. If I still can.

Now I have to decide whether I should go home or bring my family here. Home is home, but I doubt the army’s going to let us through. Here at the office it’s still relatively calm.

What do you think I should do? Home or office?