Free E Virus: The Diary of a Modern Day Girl (The Beginning of the End) by Jessica Ward Page B

took over, I felt lucky. Although I didn’t have my family, I had my fiancé, he was my future family. I squeezed his hand tighter.
    “I’m so sorry. You made the right decision. If you hadn’t, the chances are you wouldn’t be here today.” I told them.
    “Shall we continue with our tour?” the Corporal asked us all, changing the subject.
    We followed them to the other side of the building, where the Sergeant stopped outside two metal double doors. There was an electronic keypad on the side of the wall. “We used this particular hangar to store supplies, you have already seen our food supply, well that’s not the only thing we kept here.”
    Punching in the code the Sergeant opened the doors. “This is our ammunition store.” He announced.
    All the walls inside were steel. Lining each wall were a range of guns varying from assault rifles, submachine guns and pistols. I even spotted my favourite gun of all time. A Barrett 50 Cal. Boxes of ammunition lined the room, all different shapes and sizes. Grenades and knives were laid out on multiple tables around the room.
    “Only the Corporal and I have the code for this room. As you can appreciate we are currently strangers to one another, the only rule I have in this hangar, is that no one enters this room without myself or Jameson here.”
    We nodded, it was fair enough. We were just grateful they had let us in.
    “As you can see we are very well equipped, we try not to use any weapon unless we need to. There is more to see, but for now, would you like to see your living quarters?” The Corporal asked.
    He led us to the plane. The S ergeant went into the plane first, while the Corporal stood by and let us all past.
    “This plane has been here since we took over the base. We tried to trace the owner, however the company say it is simply in storage, it has yet to be sold. Given the current circumstances, I don’t think there will be any buyers anytime soon”
    We looked around the entrance. Cream carpets lined the floors, velvet curtains separated each section of the plane.
    “Let me introduce you to your fellow survivors” the Sergeant advised as he opened the first velvet curtain.
    As we entered the cabin, a long leather sofa curved round the room. Adjacent to the sofa sat 4 stools along a wooden veneer bar. There were three people sat on the curving sofa. One was an elderly man named George, the other two we all knew very well.
    Lacey and her husband Paul were here too. They were both very good friends of ours. Paul and Nick were practically inseparable. Lacey and I had been friends for a long time; we started out as work colleagues and rapidly became close friends.
    Lacey was sat with a huge grin on her face. She still had a glowing complexion, her tan still visible, from their recent holiday in the Maldives. It was strange seeing her without make up on, her hair was tied up in a bun and she was definitely dressed for comfort. She was very much like me before the virus took over. She lived her life in heels, she was always very glamorous. Her long red hair was always perfect, she never had a hair out of place. She was quite tall, without her heels she was pushing 5ft 7. She had lovely green eyes, she was the type of person that couldn’t do enough for you. She was one of my closest friends.
    Her husband Paul was also smiling. He had his arm placed over her shoulder, his eyes lit up when he saw us. He too, seemed to be dressed very casually. He was a business man. Thinking back, I can’t remember the last time I saw him without a suit on. Like Lacey, he was very tall. He stood at a whopping 6ft 4. He had a slim figure, although he detested working out. How he managed to stay in shape was a mystery to us all. They complemented each other perfectly. They never boasted, or spoke about their relationship but you could tell they were still so in love. They were the happiest couple I had ever met.
    We perked up the second we saw them and ran over to greet them.