Entry 1-1: around 11:30 AM

Tick. Tock. That's all I hear now. The ticking of the clock as we wait for the search party to come back; for the people who have been designated as guards to hand out food rations; for something, anything, to happen. We don't have anything to do. The ones who have friends here, sometimes talk. The ones who were lucky enough to have brought a book or two read, and everyone without entertainment just sits in silence, think about anything except the problem at hand. I don't think anyone is really thinking about the gravity of this situation. Heck, I'm writing this right now instead of thinking about whether or not the only people I know here are going to become a zombie on the way back here. Maybe they're already zombies. I wonder who will be chosen next out of the box of names to go outside on a search mission. I wonder if it will be me. I hope everyone I know is ok. I hope my friends aren't zombies already. I hope there will be enough food. I was eating breakfast (I get up early,) when my door broke and fell into my house. I stared at it, rubbed my eyes to make sure it was real, and then there was a zombie there. I don't really recall what they looked like, but at least they were slow. I was able to get out through my back door. I found this group, and we all are hiding in a house someone had built underground. Some of the people in our group had previously been hunters, and had guns that the 'guards,' and people in the search parties use, if they can. I don't know where my friends are. Oh look, it's lunch time. I'll write another entry later. I know the time because I always wear my watch. It’s not an expensive watch, but it’s what I use to tell time, other than the big clock.

Entry 1-2: around 1:00 PM

It's after lunch now. The search party sent one person back. I think their name was Ben. They told us that the search party found a radio, and also found some food. They said that when they left the group to report back here, everyone was alive. The group was at an abandoned mall. I had been relieved that my friend was still alive. I really hope they stay alive. Right now I’m walking around the house that we are all living in. I’m looking to see if there’s anything left in this house. Maybe I can discover whose house this is. I’ll update this entry if I find anything

Update: around 1:30

I found a book. It seems to be a journal of some sort. I think that it might have belonged to whoever lived here before us.

Update: around 1:40

Reading the journal was a complete waste of time. The book was blank except for someone writing ‘once upon a time’ in the first page. It seems like they were going to write a book or story, but never really got anything done. I wonder if they had any interesting story ideas. I’m going to save it to show my friend when they get back. I’m excited to see if they found anything cool! Oh, that’s them back now! I’ll update later.

Entry 1-3: around 2:00

My friend.. apparently they are a zombie now.. I.. This will be my last entry.. I’ll leave this book near the cliff. Hopefully someone finds it. Bye..