May 14
Still Raining. No worries. Zoey thought we should see if any of my neighbors were still around.
I was hesitant as fuck. She argued that there weren't any infected out there when she made it here. I said, the rain made them go somewhere. She relented. We heard a helicopter in the distance that day. We took a bed sheet and painted 'HELP' and 'ALIVE' on it and hung it outside the window. Zoey said it wouldn't work though. In zombie movies, it never works. Never hurts to try, I suppose.
Another small group of people moved down the street. They weren't as organized as the group of six I saw the other day. A smoker appeared at the edge of the building. Unknown to us, he had a giant tongue, which he shot out and used to snag one of the group. The rest moved on, unaware. He must of screamed because they all turned at once and reacted smoothly, one ran to their comrade, hitting him with the butt of his gun- attempting to free him from the tongue, while another took aim with a scoping hunting rifle and blew the fucker to hell. His body fell from the building in a huge cloud of smoke. Now they extra freak me out.
We wondered what other kinds of fucked up super zombies there were out there. What would make people's bodies do this? It must be some sort of super secret government produced biological weapon crazy disease. This science fiction shit is beyond any of my comprehension.