A virus that locks those infected into a permanent state of killing rage, is accidentally released from a British research facility. Carried by animals and humans, the virus is impossible to contain, and spreads across the entire planet. Twenty-eight days later, a small group of survivors are trapped in London, caught in a desperate struggle to protect themselves from the infected. As they attempt to salvage a future from the apocalypse, they find that their most deadly enemy is not the virus, but other survivors.
It has only been this long since I leave Melbourne. But it has felt like ages. For every day that has gone past, not a single day that I didn’t compare my current life to the life in Melbourne. Some aspects of it are better than Melbourne’s life, but a lot are definitely worse. But I just deal with it, one day at a time.
Only until today that I have the courage to open and read the farewell album my fellow Moliuers put together for me. And again, I still had a good cry reading most of the messages. It is indeed really hard to go through the process of separation. Rereading the messages felt just like replaying all the good memories back in my head, and bring me emotionally closer to them. Yet memories remain memories, they are past events, and won’t be repeated. The tears that I shed was for the fact that chapter of my life has wrapped up. Whatever I do, won’t give me back my past life.
I’ve chosen my own horrow movie, I gotta watch it until the end.