Explanations

DZ - Colombia

Guys, I'm sorry I scared you with my abrupt ending last time. I'm still alive and uninfected. Thank you for your prayers. I feel an explanation is needed, hopefully without all the rambling I managed to write last time.
Things here are not as organized as in your countries, there are no such things as quarantine zones or the like, at least that I know of. Our government was almost as useless as yours seemed to be, and I haven't got any news from it since January. It doesn't matter now.
The cities fell, I was there when it happened.
Reading your accounts I realize we all have been through things no one should go through. I thank God I haven't had to see some of the things you describe, infected babies for example. But I hope this thing we have going on here will help us survive, even if it's just a little longer.

These last few weeks I've been living in a town on the Cauca Valley. My brother was one of the practicing doctors out here. When I got the chance I came looking for him, but it's been almost a month now and no one knows anything. I still haven't given up, but I'm staying here so I can do a little reading in his library, trying to find something about this disease.

Infected people haven't been overwhelmingly numerous so far. There are a few families staying together in this town and they have been able to repel the sparse attacks we have had. Still there are always a few lost souls on the streets, and without proper weapons we are in constant danger. So I had been sneaking in to my brother's house to read, and two weeks ago a miracle happened. We got electricity back! It was only for a few hours, but thanks to that I found you guys, and this site has opened my eyes to the magnitude and reach of the infection.
So last time I was taking my time to write some of the answers I though I had about the disease, and suddenly I hear this groan on the front door. I had to change my figurative pants right there because that freaking thing scared me. I think it found me by my smell. I guess it was as decayed as your stalkers, Allice, because indeed it reeked and I still can't believe it could sniff me out with its own odor hanging around it like its very own stinky cumulus cloud.
So I had to go. I grabbed my "peinilla"(It's the way people here call a machete-like weapon that I still can't learn how to properly use) and made my way out of there through the rooftops. It followed me, but it was one of the slow ones, so I managed to escape.

Anyway, electricity here has been fluctuating, and I have no idea how is it even back on, or why on earth do I have internet access here, but it is a blessing, and I can only thank God because I know He's the one looking after me. Speaking of which: Dan, tocayo, don't give up. I know these are hard times, but it's in times like these when God needs his ministers to minister his house. Whatever you have to do, do it as unto the Lord (Am I seriously lecturing a pastor? God, I've always been crazy)

I don't want to extend myself too much, so I hope next time I will finally be able to tell you what I've concluded so far about all of this.

Best wishes
DZ