My name is Dale Farline. I used to live in London. We thought we were safe until the infection reached London. We knew now no where was safe, everyday there was new cases people being bite or tore to pieces, people being shot in the streets. I was getting out of London before it was completely over run. I was in my car driving to the airport. As I drove I saw a group of soldiers open fire on a car killing the screaming women inside and a people in hazmat suits burning bio bags. This was common sight now in London. I could see the snipers on the roofs with a careful eye. I drove up to the military check point, I got out and they checked me for bite and asked me the usual questions “have you had any connect with the infected?” asked one of the soldiers. “No sir” I said. I looked back at the panic stricken city I once called home. Then one of the soldiers gave me a pass and opened the gate. As I drove along the barb wired fences and guard towers, I remembered my family. My beautiful wife Elizabeth and my beloved daughter Lizzy. Sadly…they were some of the first people to have been killed by the infection in London. The memory of that day still haunts me. It was cold and raining, we were driving home from our house in the country. Then they swarmed in seeming like they appeared from nothing. I heard my little girl and wife scream as they pounded their fist on the window. I jumped out of the car as it started to tip and ran I looked back for a second and saw a horror that I would never be able to forget. They were tearing out the belly of my little girl as my wife was torn in half trying to save her. I ran all night till a group of soldiers found me. They checked me for bites and took me back to London. I walked home sadly and packed my stuff. This was not my home. It was my family’s home and the only family I had was dead. I awoke from my memories as a soldier knocked on my window, he handed my plane pass and told me where to park. I quickly parked and grabbed my stuff; I walked inside of the airport and walked to the lobby. I saw many people like me trying to get out of London. I took a seat and stared out the window waiting for my plane, the world seemed disappear as I was lost in my thoughts. Then I saw a plane in the distance, I knew it was coming here. It started to come in for the landing. It wheels touched the ground hard as it speedily ran across the landing pad. Then I saw blood splashed across the cock pit window as the plane speed up, as if it was going to take off again. I stared in horror at what I just saw, as I heard the screams of the other people in the lobby saw the blood too. The plane seemed to jump as it crashed into the lobby, I tried to run but the plane ran over my body, crushed my body starting at my legs as my bone twisted and turn out of place and bending out of my skin, before being destroyed by the plane. Finally my head exploded from the pressure of the planes immense weight.