Monsters

DZ - Colombia

La Pintada was a small town. It used to be a place where families went on the weekends to get some rest, to swim in the pools while the refreshing winds softened the burning touch of the sun. But it also was halfway along the way to the coffee growing departments and all the places beyond. It was not a big town, but it was home to maybe a few thousand souls before Day 0.
When it hit them, they weren't prepared. No one was. I still don't know how it was able to start everywhere at once. But they managed to save themselves. Through joint efforts and painful battles they secured the town. They destroyed the infected, the familiar faces trying to kill them, as well as the faceless monsters already dead. Hope was timidly reborn on their hearts. The ones that remained decided they could help the other towns, and the fighters were sent in two teams, one north towards Medellín, and one to the south, to Pereira. A handful of men were left to take care of the families that would rather stay.
I met the northern division when I was in Santa Bárbara, trying to make my way to where I thought my brother was. They fought fiercely, and in one day they took control of the town, which had been almost completely overridden by the infected. When I met them I asked about my brother, but they knew nothing, so I decided to continue descending to the valley, to look for him in the town, among the ones left to look after it. I already told you how I got no information from them, but still I stayed, hoping to learn something from my brother's books. While I was there I became the town's unofficial doctor, because the only one they had left had died during the taking back of the town.
La Pintada was a nice place. Even after our world almost ended they were nice and welcoming. But they can't be that anymore.
The monsters came from the south, along the banks of the Cauca river. There were thousands of them, and not enough of us. Even though the brave men tried to hold them off, they were too many.
I ran. I knew I couldn't fight. I know I'm a coward, and I blame myself for leaving them there, but I know I couldn't have done anything. I'm just stupidly useless with weapons. I managed to get to Santa Bárbara after dusk last monday. I warned the fighters standing guard there, about what might come after me from the valley, and hopefully the story will be different here.
I hoped some might have made it out of La Pintada, but so far none have come. Alive, that is.
These things are not people, they are monsters. I wanted to believe they were just ill, and we could find some cure for the disease, but they can't be saved.
I was so naïve. I was so stupid.
Guys I'm sorry for the sorrowful rant. I just hate this. I hate all of this right now. It's just so unfair.
Anyway, I hope to read from you soon.
DZ