What was supposed to be a day of celebration was ruined. Kaitlyn is turning ten today. She was dressed up, her beautiful blue dress and her blonde hair tied back into a pony tail, she walked into the living room and asked why my wife, Mary and I looked so grim. We turn the television off.
"Oh nothing honey. How about you open up some gifts!" I reply.
Mary and I look at each other with worried looks. The only thing running through my mind is, what does this all mean?
My wife is gone. Nobody can find her. Its been 2 days. Kaitlyn and I haven't left our house. The riots make me concerned.
Mary never came back. I don't know what to tell Kaitlyn. She hasn't stopped crying. I lay her down to bed, and cant help but cry myself. Ive lost the love of my life, i am afraid to lose my daughter next.
The town is completely over run. Kaitlyn is very sick. I'm telling her it will pass over soon. It isn't going to pass over.
Kaitlyn passed away last night. My tears hit her lifeless body. I am completely alone now. My family is gone. There is no food. There is no water. Will I just die here too?
5 Hours after the death of Kaitlyn
I am running now. Only stopping to breathe. The house is gone. Looters destroyed everything inside. I am lucky to have escaped. I am stronger than suicide. I am going to fight on. It is what Kaitlyn and Mary would have wanted. I am going to find a way out of this mess. I am going to survive.