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    I think I’m starting to get a cold.
    I’m a little panicked because I’m wondering if I may be infected. It’s mostly just a sore throat and stuffy nose. I’m not experiencing the “flu-like symptoms” that everyone was warned about. But I am, of course, concerned nonetheless. From all the reports infections have about twelve hours of incubation before they turn someone. I guess I’ll know by dinnertime.
    I decided to go about my day as planned otherwise I would drive myself nuts. I went over my back fence into my other neighbor’s house, carefully avoiding the dead Mexican woman. The gate to the driveway was off its hinge. Now I know how the two infected Latinos got into the backyard.
    I had to (quietly) lift the gate back on its hinge and reset it. Even then, it was still pretty flimsy. I couldn’t afford to nail a cross beam into place to support it, for fear of attracting Them with the noise. I settled for zip-tying the gate to the support post and bracing the backside of the gate with a 2x4 I found in my garage.
    I dragged the dead woman around behind the pool and dug a shallow grave for her in the flower garden. The whole time I felt like crap because of my sore throat.
    I went into the neighbor’s house through an unlocked window in the back. The house has been empty and up for sale for the last six months. It was completely vacant and I cleared it with only one incident.
    A large rat had taken up residence in the kitchen. It hissed at me as I walked by it, scaring the crap out of me. I would have shot the little bastard if I wasn’t so worried about making noise. It begrudgingly crawled away under the counter.
    It was a smart call not firing as only moments later I heard something (things) run up my street and start banging on a house nearby. I cautiously looked out the front window and saw them milling in front of my neighbors’, Dawn and Jon’s house, directly across the street from my house.
    I went out the back window, crawled over the fence, and went back in my house. Chloe was frantic because I had left her inside while I was next door. I was a little worried about what would happen to her if I became infected. I pushed the thought out of my mind and went to go catch Gerald Ritchie’s report.
    Like clockwork, the broadcast came on at noon. The scene he showed us was shot from on top of a building several blocks away from a parking area and football stadium.
    There were thousands of people there in a makeshift tent community out on the playing field. The perimeter of the parking lot was fenced and manned by military personnel.
    The camera turned to Gerald.
    “We’re coming to you live from the Pasadena Evacuation Center. All morning the center has been turning away refugees. We witnessed several attacks by infected on civilians just outside the gates. The military did nothing to stop them. The situation is getting dire. If you are in the Pasadena area, do not attempt to go to the Pasadena Evacuation Center”. Gerald concluded.
    The camera followed Gerald across the rooftop to the other side of the building. The camera zoomed down to the street below where Pasadena Police were confronting an attack from infected people. The police fired dozens of rounds into several dozen infected. Only a few fell.
    The rest overran the police in seconds. The camera zoomed back out and turned back to Gerald. He looked visibly shaken by what he had witnessed.
    He continued, “Most of Los Angeles County has been overrun with the infected. There are reports of the epidemic worldwide”.
    Gerald went on to recap the same stuff that I’d been hearing for weeks. There was not really any new information to be had, but to his credit, Gerald continued to report the news anyway. After forty minutes of recapping the last weeks of events Gerald said that AM 1060 was still on the air.
    I hadn’t even thought about turning on the radio. Ever since I got my iPod that was pretty much all I ever listened to. Gerald closed