Z: A Zombie Diary

by pattywebs

This is the story of a teenager who was living in the zombie apocalypse. Survivors (not mentioned until a later chapter) come across his journal and begin reading it. This is the first page of the diary, basically a death note, asking a favor of the reader. The story recounts his tales through the waste land of his home. The reader then takes his diary on a journey to his family.

1. Chapter 1

Z: A Zombie Diary

Chapter 1

March 1, 2013

I was your everyday teenager. I went to school, hung out with my friends, and had a girlfriend. My life was pretty damn average. Looking back on it now, I was actually a loser in High School. Well, technically I still am in High School, but those rules really don't apply anymore. I should just cut to the chase. You are reading this because you have found my body. I was probably bitten or committed suicide, so watch out that I don't turn on you. Hell, maybe I already turned and you shot me in the face. Sorry for trying to eat you then, a zombie's gotta do what a zombie's gotta do. This virus really fucks your day up, as you can see.

Don't think I wrote this little prologue for you in the afterlife. At the current time, I am sitting at a desk at the old library in Hollidaysburg, Pennsylvania. I am crying. The thought of being devoured by a pack of flesh-hungry ghouls is haunting and chilling. But in the case of my death, which is the current time you are reading this, I ask you a favor. My mother is in Lindenhurst, New York. She intercepted a communications unit from the military when the outbreak started. I intercepted another one here in Hollidaysburg. Somehow, I got mine up and running, and after a week of silence, I finally get a hold of her. We have talked everyday since the beginning of the outbreak over that piece of junk. As of my current time, it has been one year, four months, and thirteen days since the start of the outbreak. The date is March 1, 2013.

Take my journal to her. Her name is Kimberly, and the address is 1257 N Delaware Avenue. The hardest part will be traveling through New York City. I can imagine that the city is filled with them. So be safe in your travels, and I will be sure to put a good word in for you with God when it's your time to go.

This journal recounts my actions and events from the start of the outbreak up until this point, so reader: be ready. If you cry, it's not my fuckin' fault, and if you get to distracted from reading this and get overrun by zombies, once again, not my fault.

With Care,

Patrick

PS: By the way, please burn my body. I don't want to look like shit when the rats come and eat me.