Cliff was writting a diary in a basement what was his "home". His neigbours were rats and mices that lives in holes in cracked wall. No elecrticity, no hot water, he was trapped without any hope of better tomorrow. He was knelling on the ground beside the candle light.

"It passed a long time now. I do not even remember when I have got here. Well it is a hell on earth, but outside is nothing better. Infected roams free, searching for fresh meat. What did humanity do to deserve such punishment. I am asking myself a lot lately.

Barrier 7, that is a cage I have been put. Tch, like a dog. We people are like a dogs here, watched day and night by "soldiers" same human beings as we are but more "quallified" to be superior. I spit on system like that, but what can I do. I have to endure, if I give up now then her death....... No I do not want to think about it.

Today is the ration line open. I have to check it out."

Cliff put down his pen and left his house.