Diary 1

It all happened so fast. The world was spinning and there was nothing I could do about it. I sat there over the body of the greatest man that has ever been in my life. His eyes spinning slowly. I could tell he was going to die. I couldn't believe it. My father was going to die. I looked down at his bite. I could see the blood slowly closing in. He was turning. I looked across his body to my mother. She sat there in shock. The tears began to dry on her cheeks. It was all over. His time was over.

"I have to do it mom," I said. She looked at me. Our neighbour Willy sat in the chair listening in but ignoring the situation.

I took my gun. I held it to my father's unconscious dying body. I could feel the steam rising off his body. The fever was taking him. All the memories of my childhood came pouring back to me. This was the end. The end of all the family memories I had with him. Goodnight father. I loved you so.

Diary 2

Nzambi's… Everywhere. Grouping together, attacking us. I stood there in shock. Covered in my mother's blood. Watching and waiting for it all to be over. Where is my father? Where is my sister? I do not know. A battle of wits and a battle of territory. Like the lions or the cheetah's. I watched them feast on the ones I grew up with. The ones who nurtured me and cared for me and my family. What did we do to deserve such a fate?

I began to hear the whispering of the moaning and sad nzambi's. What did this all mean? Were they hear to save us? Or destroy us? The good Lord left us today. And that I will never forget. He betrayed us. Today I make a promise, to never pray again. What would be the point? He doesn't want to listen anymore. And so I shall close my eyes and when I open them. I hope to see the world back to the way it was. My disturbed little village in Uganda.

Diary 3

The crying has stopped now. I was left alone in silence with my thoughts and wonders. Looking at my knives end exposing the blood within it. How could I have done such a thing? I looked down to my family. My wife, my son. It all happened so fast. I couldn't keep track of it all. My daughter ….. Oh god where is my daughter?

I sat there in front of my front door. Keeping my weight against it. I couldn't let those things in here. The Rotters. They came so fast. I could hear them trying to get in. I turned to see my German Shepard growling at the door. Wanting to attack them. I looked up. I saw red. Everything was red. Is this what's sticking around? This feeling?

"Atticus! That's enough!" I snapped. Another bang at the door. I could barely move. This was all there was. A defeat.

Diary 4

Alone. That's all I ever knew. The streets of this shitty place began to become more dense as the pavement turned to dirt. It was me. Just me. Maybe it was better that way. I've always been my own best friend. You know, since the dead began to rise and the world began to crumble. I don't need anyone. And I don't think anybody needed me.

Everywhere I went the streets were empty. The towns, lifeless. Even lurkers were hard to find. This was a lonely journey. I was prepared for it. Whatever happens, happens. I took in a breath of fresh air. Remembering the smells of what the world was in the country. Peaceful and clean. My eyes widened. I heard a scream. What the hell was that? I took out my crossbow and rushed into the direction where the screams came from. Alone? Maybe not.

Diary 5

"Pyotr!" I yell. No answer. "Hilda!" Still nothing.

Have I lost them? My son? My wife? I feel the tears begin to fall down my ice cold cheeks. This couldn't be. It wasn't supposed to end up like this. I had it all planned out. My men and I would take them far out of the city. Moscow was no longer safe. The capital was seen to be crumbling at the seams. Nobody answered our calls. We were left alone. It all seemed to be the next World War.

"Maybe we should leave Yegor. This is a waste of time," Ruslan, one of my men said. I cringed my teeth. Ignoring him.

"I'm not going anywhere until I find my family."

"Yegor! I found your boy!" I turned to see my youngest troop running out from behind the house.
I bolted behind the young man, Sergei. My worry and excitement began to flourish into my mind. My boy. My boy is safe. I began to wonder why Sergei just said my boy. Where is my wife? The worry began to grow. We made it to the shed in the back. Sergei opened the door. I looked down at my son as he began to curl up next to my wife. I looked closer. I made my way to him and leaned down. I gripped his hand. He looked at me and jumped into my arms. My eyes remained on my wife. I turned to Pyotr.

"Go with Sergei," I said as calmly as I could.

"Mom's dead," he whispered to me. I glared at him. Shocked. I let him go and Sergei took him out. I looked back to my wife.

"Hilda," I whispered as I grazed my fingers around her chin.

The tears fell hard as I leaned my forehead against hers. It wasn't fair. I suddenly felt a firm grip on my arm. I looked to see my wife snapping and growling at me. I fell back. She climbed over top. I could do nothing. It all happened so fast. Suddenly, a bullet flew and went through her delicate head. I dropped her to the side and looked down. I looked back up to see Makar, my right hand standing there.

"We will be waiting by the car until you are ready. I am sorry Yegor."