It happened so fast. We thought we were prepared for it, but no one prepared fore this. They are called the Goners. If you are a Goner, you were either bit or infected, and we don't know if they will come back. We make the most of what we have now, travel in groups to ensure our safety. But we are all still frightened, even if some won't admit it. It was supposed to be a fun trip to New York with my class, that was until the disease broke lose. Now we fight to survive, to find a cure, to possibly live to have a normal life. but i don't remember what normal feels like anymore.