May 4
The sun is rising. I didn't sleep at all. There were screams, gunshots, and sirens all night long.
The worst sound though? The moans, grunts, mumblings of those infected outside. The absolute worst sound is the sound they make when there's a living person out there. Well, a non-infected person I should say. The shrieks are inhuman, they sound as though they're coming from wild animals infected with rabies. They shriek, they sprint, they attack. And then it's over. They kill. They aren't eating the bodies, they just kill. I mean, shit, zombies eat brains right? These can't be zombies... at least not in that sense. I'm calling them zombies anyway, because they stumble around without a purpose, unless there's a regular person out there.
It's so creepy. They act just like they are regular people. Some of them sit on the ground, others lie down. They lean up against walls, bump into each other and cause fist fights. I can't quite figure it out. They're holding onto their heads as if they've got the biggest headache in the world. I suppose they do, really. A few of them were vomiting carelessly as they walked or leaned against a car.
The TV had no answers. I pushed more furniture up against my door.