September 9th, 2010, Flattop Mountain outside Anchorage Alaska.

Night had fallen up on me. I was alone on this mountain. Not a soul but myself in sight. All I saw as I gazed out at the horizon was the city of Anchorage. The city I have called home now for the last 10 years of my life. Since the year 2000. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

The United States military had failed to contain it. The World Health organization and Cdc had failed to find a cure or even a vaccine. The virus was fatal, no one on the planet recovers from it. It simply just kills you. Its resistant to all medicines that we have, antibiotics, Radiotherapy, nothing worked. It would kill you and you would come back as a mindless monster.

And it didn't matter how you died. You would always come back from it. It was going to happen to everyone who was left alive on the planet. It would happen to me one day. But I hoped not today. Some day far off into the future...

Each major city with a population over 100,000 down the entire Pacific coast of North America would be neutralized by the Airforce. Every single soul left in those cities would be burned alive. And everything dead that groaned the streets as well.

I stood still, an emotionless expression on my face as the helicopters and jets that flew overhead released the cargo they had been carrying on the city.

The dark night sky was then lit up by an almost comforting and illuminating orange hue of flames. The entire city of Anchorage was going up in flames and smoke. It would be a smoking wreck. The fire reminded me of when my Aunt's house had burned down outside of Moscow.

The year was 1995, 3 years after the Soviet Union had fallen. I was 10 years old at the time of my aunt Irina watching me. My parents were both out working hard to make a decent salary. I had forgotten to blow out the candle In the living room I had lit earlier as my aunt had told me specifically to do.

My aunt Irina had been sleeping in the living room on the old couch when the candle flame had managed to spark a nearby curtain causing the the flames to spread rather quickly. I was up in the little room my aunt made me sleep in reading with the old lamp.

The room started to smell of smoke and a haze of smoke creeped under the closed door. My 10 year old self immediately knew something was happening and I got up and opened the door to the bedroom. The entire living room was engulfed in hues of orange flames. I couldn't see my aunt anywhere. I screamed her name many times. "Totya Irina!" "Totya Irina!"

The flames had crept closer to me and I had no other choice but to flee through the window in my room. Leaving my aunt behind. After I had escaped the house I watched from the backyard as the small house went ablaze rather quickly. Suddenly the roof of the house had collapsed in on itself and by the time help had arrived. The entire house had burned down.

My aunt didn't survived. She had burned alive. And it had been my fault. And I never told my parents about what had happened. How I forgot to put out the candle. I never told a soul.

I thought of this memory every single day for the last 15 years and this night reminded me so much of it. I didn't say a word as the city was burning and the smoke billowed up into the sky like clouds in the night sky.

Everything was gone... my whole life here for the last 10 years was gone. Nothing more remained.