Hi my name is Lexi, Lexi Stone and I lived, well still try and live in down town Marshall. For those of you that know the area, my house is at the junction of the main Southern Road and the road leading to our quaint Tex-Mex Restaurant. Why choose to live here, well my boyfriend worked at the Fire Station across the road. I had a teaching job at the nearby school and it was just a short walk to the large supermarket. A perfect place to live as we did not need to own a car. See we were saving up enough money to get married and move to back to Alaska, where my parents live. Well I hope that is the case and that they are still alive. I guess it all started about four weeks ago. I was at the school as normal; teaching history, when a couple of soldiers appeared wearing gas masks. It was difficult to understand what they were saying, due to their masks, but I was able to make out that we had to leave the premises and send all the children home. As I led my class into the corridor, I saw other teaches leading their children out and we practised the fire escape drill. You know, single file, no running, stuff like that. Once we were outside I stayed to make sure that the children from the outlying areas such as Fairfield and even as far out as Mt Tanner, got on their school buses. It was strange to see the army building what I can only describe as Sand Bag Bunkers near the steps to the school entrance and rolling out Razor Wire on top of the school fence. Several of those big army trucks appeared, whilst I was outside, and the soldiers were taking in a few people on stretchers into the school. Troy my fiancée came home that evening and we exchanged news. I told him about the school and he mentioned the air plane that had crashed. We both agreed that the school would be the ideal place for mass casualties to be taken to, but neither of us could explain why there were armed soldiers manning the sand bag bunkers. We had installed a CB Radio when we had moved into our house, if for no other reason than I could tune into the Fire Station channel, just to see if Troy would be late home. Initially this gave me some peace of mind, but it also became a thing of nightmares. It was the CB message about "Staying in Doors" that caused the mass panic I guess. I do not recall if it came from the army or the courthouse, but I saw many friends and neighbours heading towards the supermarket after that. Troy was out on a call, something to do with a crashed police vehicle. I did not want to disturb him to ask about that particular message, so made a judgement call, that's if others were stocking up on food, then I had better join them. The supermarket was in a turmoil what with people filling up shopping carts with all sorts of things. One middle aged woman had a cart full of dog food, gold fish pellets and bottles of bourbon. Some people were queuing to pay, whilst others just left with their full carts. To be honest the security guards did not know which way to look. From where I was near the isle containing toilet paper and personal hygiene I was not able to see exactly what happened over by the food isle. I just heard a scream and saw two of the security guards running in that direction. I think I counted five gun shots, before there were more screams. Everything seemed to flow in slow motion. I saw one man trying to run towards the exit carrying a boxed TV, when he was grabbed by a woman and pulled to the floor. The woman had no left arm, just a ragged stump, but that injury did not seem to affect her. I think I saw that woman sink her teeth into the man's thigh, I am not sure as I was pulled out of my trance by Logan. At the time I did not know him by name, but recognised him as one of the shelf stackers at the supermarket. I had smiled at him, when on occasion I had made a late night visit to the supermarket. What with Troy's work, sometimes he would not come home till the early hours. Logan pushed me into the storage area and started to fill up my cart with unopened boxes of snacks. Twinkies, Hershey Bars, Cheez-Its and lots of stuff like that. Behind us the screams were getting louder and once outside Logan was starting to panic. "Come follow me" I remember shouting to Logan. This was how Logan; Logan Juarez I was later to learn, joined me in my home. How often have you cursed a shopping cart with a 'wonky' wheel. Well try pushing one at speed, when all hell is breaking out behind you. Well we made it inside my house, 24 rolls of toilet paper and 18 boxes of snacks, not quite what I had in mind. The CB radio traffic was becoming frantic. Several Police Vehicles were sent to disturbances. There was even one message that was cut short, something about the Mayor and his entourage shot down on the way to Fairfield. Something about a road block before the radio went dead. I think it was the fourth day. Troy had not been home for well I forget, 2 days I guess. From my front window I had seen many army vehicles stopping outside my school and unloading stretchers. I had not slept that well so the CB messages I heard were a little confused. " Wagon 2 in attendance, vehicle on fire on the road to Spencers Mill" Muttered message " ...... Army ..................... Black Fever ......................" "This is Judge Lawson, hand in your weapons". "Wagon 2 to base its not possible, they were all dead. No Nooooooooooooooo its not happening. We need assistance............................................." The next day I saw the army set fire to the school and pull out of down town Marshall. I never did see Wagon 2; Troy's fire engine, come back to the station. That night I went to bed clutching a photo of me and Troy, taken in front of my parents log cabin. Sleep did not come easy.