A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Man, i am so mad at myself! I said to myself, "i'm gonna update 'iMade a Mistake' b4 the new year" but i didn't! I couldn't find my motivation. But I'll find it. So sorry to those who are also reading that :( But instead i worked on this (which i find alot easier to write for) Now we get to some zombie-ness! So just read and enjoy.
January 12, 2012
Hey, I'm Samantha Puckett. But I'm called Sam. Call me Samantha and risk waking up underwater. I'm a senior at Ridgeway here in Seattle. I live with my mom and sometimes twin sister Melanie, who goes to Harvard somewhere in Connecticut, but I spend most of time at the Bushwell apartment complex where Carly and Fredward live. These are stupid facts, I know, but right now, everything is kinda impossible to believe (I hardly believe it myself), and Fredpuss always says, "When something is hard to believe, start with the facts." Now you MUST know that these are super-desperate times, diary, because when do I ever listen to Fredward?
Anyways, let me explain the current situation. Me and Mel have barricaded ourselves in our apartment with Mom and Frothy (my 3-legged cat. He had rabies, but after he infected 4 people in the building, the owner said either treat him or toss him). There's some sorta weird sickness going around all of Seattle, and probably the whole world. No one knows WHAT it is. And when I say no one, I mean it. Not the doctors, or scientists, or Navy, or meat industry.
Mel showed me some newspapers she had in her room (she collects newspapers. I don't why. She's says they're 'historical' or something along those lines. The way I see it, all newspapers are good for are lining litterboxes and blowing your nose) and the headlines said freaky things like, 'Illness Strikes Down Thousands', 'Airports Locked Down Due to Illnesses', 'Terrorists Lay Claim to Bio Bomb; Scientists Doubt Capability', 'Water, Food, and/or Air Contamination?', 'Attacks Among Sick Reported: Military Called in to Guard Hospitals'. It's actually scary (and, as you know, diary, I'm Sam Puckett, and nothing scares me. So when I say this is scary, I mean it's SCARY).
This whole thing really started a few days ago, on January 6. There were breaking news reports on every channel talking about a mystery illness that was infecting people worldwide. Major cities (like Seattle) have been hit hardest, but no place has been safe. The government tried calling in the militia, but then realized that they were just as susceptible to the disease as everyone else.
And, along with this disease, there's another one going around as well: panic. When dead guys have more numbers than doctors, and no medicine works, people tend to get a little worried. I know Mom's knocked herself unconscious with booze, and Melanie's teetering on the edge of full-blown panic/nervous breakdown. Even the cat's been meowing uneasily.
Back to recapping, before the power shut down, the infection rate just kept going up and up and up, sorta like Freddie's excitement when he talks about some new geek gadget. The last thing I saw was that Seattle has a 90% infection rate, which isn't good. Because that means there's a 10% not-infected rate.
As I peer out my window I can just barely see the hospital in the distance, patients lined up even on the sidewalks. Hospitals have, naturally, been filled with sickies since day 1, and there's just no room for them…God, what the hell could have caused this?? There were doctors on the news before, saying they've tested for everything – cancer, flu, virus, bacteria, STD's – but got nothing. I hope Freddie, Spencer, and Carly are alright…everything's falling apart…
Melanie was telling me the symptoms she read about in her newspapers include red eyes, pounding sensation from ears swelling shut, mucus-y noses, constricted airways, vomiting, muscle aches, and cramping of hands and feet. I know what you're thinking, diary; this sounds like total chiz, right? Well, this isn't even the scariest part. The most unbelievable thing is that people died. But they didn't 'die' die. Because, like, right after they died, they came back to life – or, I should say, their bodies came back to life. It doesn't make sense! When something's dead, it should be rotting-in-the-ground-not-moving DEAD! But there are more symptoms of the illness thing after the body has "risen". I'm not sure of all of them; I only know what Melanie tells me, but they include darkening of eyes 'til they turn black, biting mouth, and jerky movements. But no heartbeat.
And that's still not all (I know. There's more). The dead dudes. They're angry. Like, really angry. Like, as angry I would be if Gibby took some of his Special Sauce and dumped it all over my head. And they're trying…they're trying to eat us. The living. I'm SERIOUS! I wouldn't believe it myself, but…I saw it. I was looking out the window and this one doctor was walking back to the hospital and the – I don't know what else to call them – zombies just attacked him. They were ripping and biting and…it was bad. Take my word for it; you're lucky you didn't see it.
Well, it's getting dark (I've been sitting near the window for light while writing this. As I said, powers out) and I won't be able to see for much longer. Plus, I think Mel's finally entered full-on panic mode. And, at this point, I'm all she has. And vice versa. So I better go calm her down. Later (hopefully).
~Sam
A/N: Y'know, for someone who doesn't like Freddie, Sam sure mentions him alot in her diary ;) Anyways, looks like Sam's the only stable one left in the house...and you know when Sam's considered stable, ecvery1 else must really be out there! So, review; it'll help Sam keep Melanie from losing her mind.
