[h3]Olive Valintina[/h3][hr][hr][h3]Day 2 (305 days ago.)
07:30 a.m.
Around Atlantic city, New Jersersy[/h3][hr][hr]
The choppy Atlantic waves had grown more fierce since the small boat had ventured into its depths, now rocking the hull mercilessly in an attempt to swallow the ship. The salt on the ocean breeze seeped through the crack under the only door of the S.S.Lewis bringing with it, perhaps, the spirit of the ocean. The ship gave a great heave against another wave, threatening to tip over, to allow the ocean its victory. Empty beakers lining the walls came crashing to the floor, a sound much like the crashing of waves in Philadelphia bay.

Olive shot up. "'m 'wake!!" she said halfheartedly before remembering she was also alone. Her tired eyes fell on the broken glass that littered the floor, then on her watch.

7:30

She had set out at 3:00 earlier that afternoon to collect data on the rapidly decreasing amounts of cyanobacteria in the waters, and she was to be back by 6:00. 

"well i'm already late," she sighed to herself "Might as well take a break before i go back and get fired".

She had planned on quieting anyway, New Jersey was to far away from Philidelphia to be economical, and the pay was already awful. Working at the zoo would be better, but that was only an option after she got her degree.
She sat back down in her lab chair, leaving the glass for whoever was going to have the boat next, she was pretty much fired anyway. She slipped her phone from her pocket and began checking texts, she had several. The first was from her dad;

"Olly some things came up in Philly and I'll be down there stay put and don't open the door or go outside theres been an attack stay safe love you" (6:00 P.M.)

"well," she whispered out loud, typing as she did "I'm kinda in the middle of the Atlantic. I'm fine". Looking over it once, she hit send and moved on. The next was a little more surprising than the first;

"SMOOTHIE KING: Rainy day special. Buy 1 get 1 free, today only!"(9:55 P.M.)

She starred confused at the time for a second then shoving her phone back in her pocket she rushed to the door throwing it open into the morning ocean haze. "shit" she blurrted out, imagining how much trouble shed be in for accidentally stealing the company boat. Looking around she realized she couldn't see the shore either. "how far have i drifted...". 

Lucky for her not that far. After setting the boat back towards the west, Olive returned to the comfort of the small lab to check the remainder of her texts. All of them were from her girlfriend who was terrified by the attacks her dad had mentioned, rightfully so as she was in the midst of Philadelphia. Olive assured her that she'd be there soon, basically repeating what her dad had told her.

9:26

Olive checked the time as soon as she docked. Then headed deeper into the coastal town to find a taxi. 
The buildings loomed tall and dark, shut tight as though the cold air was suddenly contagious, no one walked the streets. Olive edged on, looking for anyone in cars or signs of life from inside smaller shops, but the town was vacant. Nobody in cars, nobody in houses. It was as though everyone got up and left. Turning the corner she noticed a old man, lying face down in the road, likely dead. Blood seeped from underneath of him, mixing with the wet gravel below. Mortified but curious she went to get a closer look. As she edged closer it became more apparent that despite gruesome injuries the man was still, somehow, alive and conscious.

"Sir...Sir are you alright" she cooed, holding back several feet. "sir?" 

he shuddered, moving his arm slowly underneath himself.

"Sir what happened, where is everyone?" She continued, not daring to come any closer for fear of hurting him more.

He raised himself onto his knees and slowly turned his head towards her. His pale beaten face showed no sighs of comprehension. His eyes were glazed over with death. He made a gurgling sound from behind his broken jaw, sputtering blood.
Olive didn't stay after that, she ran. Checking cars for one that was unlocked quickly as she could, for the old man was following slowly behind her. After three or four cars she came across an unlocked sedan, the keys sitting in the drivers side cup holder. Glad for the lucky break she turned the keys in the ignition and set off for Philidelphia leaving the creepy old man behind.
[hr][hr][h3]Day 307 (Present days.)
11:13 a.m.
Mess Hall, The Army Base, Pennsylvania[/h3][hr][hr]
Olive sat at one of the quieter tables, the one with people who'd lost someone who'd meant the world, the empty people. She knew death as well, everyone did these days, but she didn't know it like the ghosts of people who she sat with. Compared to them she must have seemed like a cheerful ray of sunshine and happiness. She wasn't there to brighten up old peoples day though, she was there for the heavy silence so she could concentrate. A spiral bound notebook lay open in front of her, it's visible page decorated with notes of behavior and sketches of the newest victim she'd seen; a small women with half of her face gone. "no, not a women," Olive thought to herself as she finished the sunken eyes of the dead women, "just a dead thing, just a sick dead body, not a person". She looked up from her beautiful, horrible drawing. 

The ghosts were looking back, expectantly or perhaps in fear, it was the same face either way. Their empty stares sad and then fleeting before she could say anything. She'd probably whispered what she had been thinking, which would've been saying to much to them as it was. She returned to her notebook, starting to jot down the attributes of the newest entry. Mostly mundane things, "[i]Reacts to sound[/i]" and "[i]seems to have poor vision[/i]" and "[i]her fucking face was torn off everywhere below her nose Why was She still Moving?? Why Wasnt She DEAD????[/i]". Olive stopped at that, starring at the last sentence before scribbling it out and shutting her notebook and leaving.