Del pa.s.sed out today. He was racing down the hall, no one really knows why, but he just dropped. His body just gave in, and his heart stopped from not eating or drinking enough. They were able to revive him. He's under sedation while they pump him with stuff.

What the heck was he trying to prove? Did he just want to die? I think so. That isn't going to happen, not when I'm around. When he comes to, I am going to yell at him. He was lucky enough to beat the germ, lucky enough to be below while it rages above. After visiting him and waiting for him to wake up, which he didn't, I went back to his room. Thought I'd post on his social media site about his condition.

He was always on there updating; hopefully he left it logged in.

When I got to his room, the television blared as usual, and I saw why he probably was running, trying to do those Del 'updates' when something urgent or new comes on.

The germ broke barriers.

First reported cases in the UK, Spain, and Germany. Guess no one will be telling us to secure our borders.

The estimates went up on how many are ill. Hospitals are overflowing, and FEMA is setting up sick camps, opening up the gates of disaster camps across the nation. Pictures on the television showed people lining up and straggling to get in there.

Didn't they pay attention to the news, the health bulletins? There is no cure. The only thing they can give you is pain medication, and that isn't a sure thing with the numbers stacking. h.e.l.l, if I were sick I'd be d.a.m.ned if I was gonna die in some FEMA camp.

I pulled forth Del's computer to update his site. I wanted to see where he left off; instead, I think I saw the scariest reality of this germ yet. The newsfeed came up. Now, I'm not a big social media guy, but even with my two hundred friends, that social media newsfeed was always updated with new posts.

I thought it was an error so I refreshed. There were one or two new status updates in his news feed. The next newest was eight hours earlier.

That wasn't even as scary as the fact that every one of those status updates were about how sick the person was.

Day 50 of the virus 25% of the population infected.

121 days until the door opens.

Time Stamp 6

Andy's Journal

February 18th

My conversation with Del could have gone worse. He admitted that he didn't care if he lived or died, because he knew the world he was a part of was no longer going to be there. I told him I went to Hartworth once preparing to find his dead body; I refused to see him die now. He admitted his obsession with being on social media, watching daily as people posted that they were ill or a family was ill.

He spent two weeks in that hospital bed. I told him he had to get strong, we'd run up and down the halls if we had to. Use the exercise equipment. I knew I was, because I didn't know if I'd get a car, horse, or have to walk to Montana, but I was going back to Lincoln. I was s.n.a.t.c.hed up from there like some undercover operation.

I need to see, I need to say goodbye, and I need to get to that box that Emma made.

It's funny down here, and I rarely touch upon how life is. When the facility was first sealed, people were quiet, then as it seemed that the virus wasn't taking hold, people were more upbeat.

Now, no one talks. At all. Everyone is kind of down, talking to family members that weren't making it. Most, though, were like myself and didn't have family. I suppose that was why they volunteered.

India believed that found a cure. They sent the so-called recipe our way three days ago, and one of the test subjects volunteered to be injected with the virus to test the cure.

This was not why they were here. They were here to donate blood, tissue samples. Lung lining samples. Not be infected. But Chad saw promise as did India.

They believed it worked only on those just exposed.

The only thing that worked was the fact that the test subject skipped over the cold symptoms that first day, and on the second, he was black. We were all hopeful that he didn't get sick. But then he did.

He died the third day.

He said before he died that he didn't care.

That seems to be the att.i.tude around here lately. I hope the spirit of survival and hope cycles back around. If it doesn't, then us being here is pointless.

We all want it to get better. We all want to wake up and hear on the news that it's over.

However, we are all so close to the science of it that we know that's not happening.

I still pray.

Day 65 of the virus 28% infected.

106 days remaining until we go above.

Time Stamp 7

Andy's Journal

February 24th

Thirty-three percent. Yesterday, it was determined that thirty-three percent of the world's population was infected with the virus. It was the biggest jump in percentage we had seen in one week since the onset. Now, let me explain, that is not thirty-three percent of the remaining, that's overall.

The United States is well over forty percent. Already we had resolved ourselves to a much emptier world.

Thirty-three percent. That is three billon people dead.

That is not including those who have died from the elements. Starvation is rampant. There is a water crisis. I feel bad eating my M&Ms when children are starving and dying, when people are fighting for every bit of food there is.

Things have finally changed above ... according to the news. The news now only talks about the virus. Potential cures, treatments, violence.

Only essential workers are to report to work, and air travel is limited to essential travel of diplomats and emergency healthcare workers.

Doesn't matter. No one flies anymore. No one travels. The positive thing is those who remain healthy are staying inside, not coming out. That's a blessing.

Del and I started jogging around the facility. We increase our laps by one each time the percentage goes up. He's a bit healthier and gaining weight. He has a focus. He's gonna come with me to Montana, and I told him I will not have a weaker party tag along.

Chad says each day that goes by, even though more are infected, he himself is still working on a cure.

What the h.e.l.l happened with Russia? They're infected, too. Did they lose that recipe or did it go by the wayside with the virus?

Chad doesn't talk about his wife. I asked. He said she was fine, and they had a contingency plan. Admittedly, I used to hate asking Ed about his family. Now, he gives me the update. I actually wait every day to hear him say they are doing well.

The news is grim. Even Del stopped watching it as much. Today they showed Los Angeles Stadium. It was burning. But they showed aerial shots before they did. It was packed with people. Sick people. It was so reminiscent of Hurricane Katrina back in 2005.

But they all died there and they burned the stadium.

The newscasters look tired and beat. I wonder how much longer they'll hold up.

Day 71 of the virus 33% infected.

100 days left in this place.

Time Stamp 8

Andy's Journal

March 10th

'While we feel lost, there is still hope. Though we feel deflated, we have not been defeated. We are weary in battle that has beaten us, but we have not yet lost the war.'

Even though I believe I'll remember those words spoken by the President, I wrote them down. They were powerful and delivered in a message intended to implore us to keep fighting, but in my heart and mind, I saw it no less than a farewell to humanity.

He announced that was staying above, that he wasn't going into a safe location like other world leaders. It wasn't fair that he should have that advantage when others did not.

How bad was it up there? So much so that he saw no future need for his leadership? Sure, the Vice President went in his place. But still.

It was sobering and real.

I wished I hadn't watch it. I'm really off today.

This is the first time I truly felt the end was nigh.

Perhaps it is.

Day 85 of the virus 48% infected.

86 days remaining.

Time Stamp 9

Andy's Journal

March 22nd