Drills would have been a good idea.

Dear Diary,

I do not write you as often as I should but as I sit here alone, I needed to communicate with someone. I awoke before my alarm, my phone vibrating endlessly with messages, calls, and news alerts. Something is very, VERY wrong. No one seems to have named it but after looking through the posts idiots have been making online, I have a strong, gut wrenching feeling that this might be it. Zombies have actually taken over the world and instead of running screaming, everyone has been recording it on their phones. Maybe if people moved away from them fast enough, this thing wouldn't be spreading as quickly as it is. I wasn’t prepared. All I have by me is a bike lock cable and some kitchen knives. At this point in time, I really wish I had continued with the boxing and karate lessons my dad has insisted on when I was a kid.

My apartment is still safe but I fear for my family. I am alone across the country because just before this began, I had decided it was a good idea to go on an adventure. I could not have been more wrong. It is just my luck that when I decide to do something that seemed like it would be fun and in my benefit, the world basically ends. On the bright side, this might be a good excuse to get out of my student loans. I seriously wish I was closer to my family, though. Times like these call for a preparedness I do not have.

After I heard the news, I woke my roommates up in a rush. We began working on searching the pantry and cabinets with essentials we will need. Thank God they love camping and we already had some basic gear to get us to a safe location at least. We packed our backpacks with canned beans, stale crackers, chocolate, and an immense amount of leftover halloween candy. I guess it came in handy after all. Right before we walked out the door, I remembered we should take some medicine and a first aid kit just in case. That should have been one of the first things we thought to grab but no one has ever called us rational.

We loaded the car with our gear and bikes and figured we would drive for as long as we could manage to find gas. Once we were out of the parking lot, it was like a video game where the more zombies you hit, the more points you got and boy did we gain some points. I suppose we should have started taking this more cautiously but those were some seriously slow zombies out there. It is always good to have some fun in the midst of chaos.

I have to say the worst part is the horrendous smell. It stinks like burning flesh and rotting bodies. Honestly, that is probably something we should have expected but I did not go to bed last night planning to awaken to the end of the world as we knew it. I don’t even think we’ll need the food. The smell makes eating seem extremely repulsive. We are on our way east in search of a connection to our families and a safe location. I do not know how far we will get but I know that we will not go down without getting a good fight in. It is time to put our skills to the test. The small amount of skills we possess that is. Positivity better start working in our favor.

I hope I will get to write again but if not, I hope my death was one for the movies. 

Yours Truly,

Elvira Raposo