July 13th 2018

Log Entry No.1

I am writing this as I survive with my friend Frank. In all those zombie movies, it looks easy to survive. But it's not.

I frantically run through the back door as they pour into the abandon house we were hiding in. "Frank!" I shout scrambling past a pine tree. "Leo!" I swivel my head to the voice and I see my friend, Frank, running from a horde of zombies. Phew! An arrow whizzes past my head and makes contact with a zombie's head. The corpse collapses to the ground. I can't really do anything with my sledgehammer to help Frank from here, so I do the stupidest thing known to man. I ran into a horde of zombies. Well, past the horde. I swing my hammer, which slams into two, blowing them backwards.

Frank stumbles behind me gripping his crossbow for dear life. We dive through a different building and we quickly push a decaying couch in front of the door. Frank and I pant rapidly while zombies pound on the door. "C-Check the windows" Frank stutters between pants. I slowly get up and drop my sledgehammer with a clunk. I check the windows, finding out they are double glassed and locked luckily. I grip my weapon and tread into the kitchen, making sure there are no screen doors that they can get through. I kick some loose trash on the floor around. I check the first floor closets and bathrooms then head upstairs.

So, I guess you all are wondering how this all happened, and no it isn't a mad scientist trying to reanimate the dead to bring back his dead wife. That's just tacky. This happened because some stupid doctor actually thought he could find a cure for cancer, by himself. Now I know what you're thinking: He was only trying to help! That's an understatement. He blew off everyone that tried to help him, insisting he, the great and amazing doctor he was, could do it by himself. Why the government didn't arrest him? The government sucks.

That doctor is either treading the streets as an undead corpse or is safely rotting in hell. I hear a growl from behind me and I swivel around. It's a small girl; she would have been cute if her flesh wasn't tearing from her bones and she didn't smell like someone left fish in a car for a week. She mumbles something. Mommy… AHHH! She shrieks and pounces on me. I have barely enough time to react until she lunges her mouth at my throat. I dodge and kick her off of me, she slams into a dresser and it falls on top of her.

I grab a vase and hold it up in a whacking position. Someone barrels into the room. "What was that?" Frank asks. "Just a zombie no big deal" I say letting my arms loose. "No big deal! You didn't even have a weapon-"

"I'm still alive! That's all that matters!" I shout. I grimace and brush past Frank as he goes to check through closets. I hurry downstairs to check for food. I find 4 granola bars and a packet of Ramen noodles. No water. Water is pretty scarce now, especially clean water. It would take a miracle to find clean water. But I'll tell you more in the next entry.


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