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Written by crazycora5510

I'm going to die, eventually

9:00 am: Okay, I'm probably going to die today. Hopefully, this diary will reach someone in the future, so here it goes. 

 

10:00 am: I am the only one in this old room, I actually have no idea where I am, I have been in here for only 30 minutes and I am alone beside the zombies banging on the door. The only reason I haven't left yet is because there is only one exit and zombies are blocking it. Also, why do people get so scared about zombies, they are just flesh eating monsters... now I get it. 

11:00 am: I figured out where I am! Yay, well not yay but you know. I am in the old English classroom in my high school. Also, the zombies moved on to a different room but I am still not going outside. You have no idea how scary this is, especially seeing your mom and dad being eaten at 3:00 in the morning. The only thing that is keeping me from wanting to be suicidal is Alexander Hamilton, yeah, I'm singing all the Alexander Hamilton songs in my head. The one song I'm obsessed with is, "Ten Duel Commandments", number 5 is the one I am using, and it says "Duel before the sun is in the sky, pick a place to die where it's dry and high." The song is kind of depressing but you know, it's better than nothing.

12:00 am: I am starving and all I can find is a dead fish. I have two questions/problems with the dead fish. First of all, how did a dead fish end up in an old English classroom in the middle of a town where it almost never rains? Secondly, I would eat this, but I'm vegetarian and even if I wasn't vegetarian, I would not eat this. 

1:00 pm: I am grossed out by myself, I ate the dead fish, the surprising thing was that it actually tasted really good. Also, I moved to a different classroom, where I found 3 people, a kid named Facundo, another kid called Borris (I'm pretty sure that is not his real name), and the most scared adult I have ever seen in my life named Jude. 

10:00 pm: None of us has said anything after what we just did. Here is the whole recap of that time:

2:01: Borris: "I'm hungry"

Me: "I have some dead fish left"

Jude *screams

2:05: Me: "what, it is really good"

Jude: "you're gross"

Me: "So"

Jude: "whatever" 

2:20: Borris drops on the ground

After inspecting Borris for around 30 minutes  we figured he was dead.

2:50 pm: Me: "He seems to have been bitten by a zombie, I think he is dead"

Jude: "Great, just great. What are we supposed to do?"

Facundo: "For god sakes, just leave the guy alone" 

9:00 pm: Facundu: "I'm so hungry, I could literally eat my own stomach"

Jude: "yeah, so am I"

9:25 pm: I know this sounds crazy but we all got so hungry that we ate Borris. I have never been so disgusted by myself. 

11:30 pm: The scream that we all heard outside at around 11:32 made me think of my mom and dad. The monsters came up to our house, my mom started to cry, telling me to run. My dad saying that he loved my mom so much. My eyes hurt from crying, they were bright, bright pink. I just ran out of my house. I kept on running and running in the fog until I reached a door knob. I assumed they were dead, which I later found out to be true.

12:00: Jude and Facundo fell asleep around 25 minutes ago, but I can't seem to make myself fall asleep. I kept in thinking in my head: "If today was hard to be alive, can you imagine how hard it is going to be tomorrow ." 

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Written by crazycora5510
I'm going to die, eventually
9:00 am: Okay, I'm probably going to die today. Hopefully, this diary will reach someone in the future, so here it goes. 
 
10:00 am: I am the only one in this old room, I actually have no idea where I am, I have been in here for only 30 minutes and I am alone beside the zombies banging on the door. The only reason I haven't left yet is because there is only one exit and zombies are blocking it. Also, why do people get so scared about zombies, they are just flesh eating monsters... now I get it. 

11:00 am: I figured out where I am! Yay, well not yay but you know. I am in the old English classroom in my high school. Also, the zombies moved on to a different room but I am still not going outside. You have no idea how scary this is, especially seeing your mom and dad being eaten at 3:00 in the morning. The only thing that is keeping me from wanting to be suicidal is Alexander Hamilton, yeah, I'm singing all the Alexander Hamilton songs in my head. The one song I'm obsessed with is, "Ten Duel Commandments", number 5 is the one I am using, and it says "Duel before the sun is in the sky, pick a place to die where it's dry and high." The song is kind of depressing but you know, it's better than nothing.

12:00 am: I am starving and all I can find is a dead fish. I have two questions/problems with the dead fish. First of all, how did a dead fish end up in an old English classroom in the middle of a town where it almost never rains? Secondly, I would eat this, but I'm vegetarian and even if I wasn't vegetarian, I would not eat this. 

1:00 pm: I am grossed out by myself, I ate the dead fish, the surprising thing was that it actually tasted really good. Also, I moved to a different classroom, where I found 3 people, a kid named Facundo, another kid called Borris (I'm pretty sure that is not his real name), and the most scared adult I have ever seen in my life named Jude. 

10:00 pm: None of us has said anything after what we just did. Here is the whole recap of that time:

2:01: Borris: "I'm hungry"
Me: "I have some dead fish left"
Jude *screams

2:05: Me: "what, it is really good"
Jude: "you're gross"
Me: "So"
Jude: "whatever" 

2:20: Borris drops on the ground

After inspecting Borris for around 30 minutes  we figured he was dead.

2:50 pm: Me: "He seems to have been bitten by a zombie, I think he is dead"
Jude: "Great, just great. What are we supposed to do?"
Facundo: "For god sakes, just leave the guy alone" 

9:00 pm: Facundu: "I'm so hungry, I could literally eat my own stomach"
Jude: "yeah, so am I"

9:25 pm: I know this sounds crazy but we all got so hungry that we ate Borris. I have never been so disgusted by myself. 

11:30 pm: The scream that we all heard outside at around 11:32 made me think of my mom and dad. The monsters came up to our house, my mom started to cry, telling me to run. My dad saying that he loved my mom so much. My eyes hurt from crying, they were bright, bright pink. I just ran out of my house. I kept on running and running in the fog until I reached a door knob. I assumed they were dead, which I later found out to be true.

12:00: Jude and Facundo fell asleep around 25 minutes ago, but I can't seem to make myself fall asleep. I kept in thinking in my head: "If today was hard to be alive, can you imagine how hard it is going to be tomorrow ." 

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Written by Estelle11

Nerdy

Jillian always told me that my plans were stupid. We'd be waiting in line for a restaurant, or sitting in the dark in the back of a taxi cab, and I would try and bring it up, just to have something to talk about. What would we do? Where would we go? What was her weapon of choice?

She thought I was so stupid. She hated all that stuff about me, you know -- she hated the books I liked, the movies, the games. She was tall and blonde and ethereal, the kind of girl who could have stopped a sunset just by asking, and I was her rebellious phase -- her geek of a wife with the short hair and glasses and nervous personality.

Sometimes I wonder if she liked anything about me.

I shouldn't be writing about this, of course. I should be pursuing all those fanciful plans I made, picking up my survival backpack and rushing to raid a grocery store. But I think I'm realizing that I have no idea what to do. I never thought my plans would have to be anything more than fiction. And... I never thought I'd be facing the end alone.

Too bad that wasn't in the pre-nup.

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Written by Estelle11
Nerdy
Jillian always told me that my plans were stupid. We'd be waiting in line for a restaurant, or sitting in the dark in the back of a taxi cab, and I would try and bring it up, just to have something to talk about. What would we do? Where would we go? What was her weapon of choice?

She thought I was so stupid. She hated all that stuff about me, you know -- she hated the books I liked, the movies, the games. She was tall and blonde and ethereal, the kind of girl who could have stopped a sunset just by asking, and I was her rebellious phase -- her geek of a wife with the short hair and glasses and nervous personality.

Sometimes I wonder if she liked anything about me.

I shouldn't be writing about this, of course. I should be pursuing all those fanciful plans I made, picking up my survival backpack and rushing to raid a grocery store. But I think I'm realizing that I have no idea what to do. I never thought my plans would have to be anything more than fiction. And... I never thought I'd be facing the end alone.

Too bad that wasn't in the pre-nup.
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Written by Andrometa

Night Lights

If you’re reading this, you might consider yourself somewhat fortunate. Of the 3000 houses in the immediate suburb, you have broken into my house, you’ve found a bunker full of food and water. That’s not the fortunate part. The fortunate part is that you’re reading my diary, and it might just save your life.

I have limited time. I can’t include everything, so here are the essentials.

They call them ‘Night Lights’.

The sky erupts in colour, spurred on with the lightning and thunder. The light bursts through cloud cover as if clawing through it. Like it has a life of its own. It’s a terrible, unnatural beauty.

The lights are commonly believed to be caused by seismic activity. The truth seekers have many theories. Tests have been conducted sporadically for over a century, normally during earthquakes (hence the connection). The idea is that coverage for the earthquake will wash out the few raving spectators. To aid the government, sceptics have even been planted in the scientific community to dispute victims claiming they’ve seen the phenomenon. They provide the reasonable doubt necessary for the governments to do their job.

Yes, you read correctly.

Though these lights can appear during earthquakes, the earthquakes do not cause them. The government does. The Night Lights we’re seeing tonight act as a warning system. Technology co-created by the government induces these lights. They have extraterrestrial origins, but much more than that, I don’t know. That’s above my security clearance. What I do know is that they have a vested interest in this experiment, and they’ll be watching closely.

The colour of the lights signal clearance agents. Tonight is Status BLUE. Day Zero. Call to action. 24 hours to be underground. There are deep tunnels with train systems that run on magnetic fields. I can be in Europe from New York in under an hour and that’s base of operations for the foreseeable future.

Status YELLOW, you should stay inside and away from open areas. Z Force will begin eradicating the infected. YELLOW acts as a pheromone lure. They will centralise within extermination fields – large blocks of land outside of major cities.

Status GREEN is all clear. The termination quota has been met. When you see that, you’ve made it.

Pray to whatever you believe in you don’t see Status RED. Trust me on this. If you see RED Night Lights, bright flaming crimson - kill yourself.

At the time of writing, you will need to survive at least 12 months before Status GREEN. Those are the present estimates. 12 months to remove more than half of the world’s population via controlled infection.

Stranger, whoever you are, know that at the very highest level, this was planned. This was a highly strategic, systematic cull. There’s nothing more you can do but look to the sky. I wish you the best of luck.

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Night Lights
If you’re reading this, you might consider yourself somewhat fortunate. Of the 3000 houses in the immediate suburb, you have broken into my house, you’ve found a bunker full of food and water. That’s not the fortunate part. The fortunate part is that you’re reading my diary, and it might just save your life.

I have limited time. I can’t include everything, so here are the essentials.

They call them ‘Night Lights’.

The sky erupts in colour, spurred on with the lightning and thunder. The light bursts through cloud cover as if clawing through it. Like it has a life of its own. It’s a terrible, unnatural beauty.

The lights are commonly believed to be caused by seismic activity. The truth seekers have many theories. Tests have been conducted sporadically for over a century, normally during earthquakes (hence the connection). The idea is that coverage for the earthquake will wash out the few raving spectators. To aid the government, sceptics have even been planted in the scientific community to dispute victims claiming they’ve seen the phenomenon. They provide the reasonable doubt necessary for the governments to do their job.

Yes, you read correctly.

Though these lights can appear during earthquakes, the earthquakes do not cause them. The government does. The Night Lights we’re seeing tonight act as a warning system. Technology co-created by the government induces these lights. They have extraterrestrial origins, but much more than that, I don’t know. That’s above my security clearance. What I do know is that they have a vested interest in this experiment, and they’ll be watching closely.

The colour of the lights signal clearance agents. Tonight is Status BLUE. Day Zero. Call to action. 24 hours to be underground. There are deep tunnels with train systems that run on magnetic fields. I can be in Europe from New York in under an hour and that’s base of operations for the foreseeable future.

Status YELLOW, you should stay inside and away from open areas. Z Force will begin eradicating the infected. YELLOW acts as a pheromone lure. They will centralise within extermination fields – large blocks of land outside of major cities.

Status GREEN is all clear. The termination quota has been met. When you see that, you’ve made it.

Pray to whatever you believe in you don’t see Status RED. Trust me on this. If you see RED Night Lights, bright flaming crimson - kill yourself.

At the time of writing, you will need to survive at least 12 months before Status GREEN. Those are the present estimates. 12 months to remove more than half of the world’s population via controlled infection.

Stranger, whoever you are, know that at the very highest level, this was planned. This was a highly strategic, systematic cull. There’s nothing more you can do but look to the sky. I wish you the best of luck.

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Survival

Um... how do I begin? Well hello book thing, I'd just like to say that I probably shouldn't be doing this. It's so illogical for me to be writing this in the middle of an apocalypse of all places. Any minute now a zombie is going to come walking in here and bite my head off. Well off of that. I guess I need to find a food source, I was never good at survival games, or maybe I need to get water first. Honestly what am I supposed to do I'm in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and my chances of survival are minimal if not non existent. Maybe I should try to find some other people, never mind if they turn into zombies I'd be a goner for sure. There is no good way to survive this. I am as good as dead. I guess I should end this for today, I need to move out of this area.

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Survival
Um... how do I begin? Well hello book thing, I'd just like to say that I probably shouldn't be doing this. It's so illogical for me to be writing this in the middle of an apocalypse of all places. Any minute now a zombie is going to come walking in here and bite my head off. Well off of that. I guess I need to find a food source, I was never good at survival games, or maybe I need to get water first. Honestly what am I supposed to do I'm in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and my chances of survival are minimal if not non existent. Maybe I should try to find some other people, never mind if they turn into zombies I'd be a goner for sure. There is no good way to survive this. I am as good as dead. I guess I should end this for today, I need to move out of this area.
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Written by desmondwrite

Ren Rats

Today, we crossed a field of grass bordered by the black-and-yellow bark of Ponderosa pine, and we stopped and took it in. The sun-through-the-clouds coated us in a bluefire, and when I looked at my friends, at Jo and his plate-mail, at Lobard and his mad beard, and they at me, in my deep cloak with a celtic braid, holding a longbow, we had to laugh. It seemed exactly like we were a fellowship for some quest, maybe to steal from a gluttonous dragon, or to stop a cult from resurrecting their dead god, not a couple of Ren Rats surveying the clump of trees behind the parking lot.

"I don't see any signs," said Lobard, plucking some fern. "Don't smell them, either."

I remember taking a sweet breath, feeling the wetness in the air and the aged-wood and butterscotch of pine. Relishing in the thought: the dead aren't here yet.

Luckily, they avoid the mountains, or maybe the crevices and roots tear off their feet, slow their advance. In any case, we barely encounter them, only hear the reports on the radio (neither WIFI or TV work anymore) or from the dirty, scared families that claw at our gates, screaming, "let us in, let us in," despite the fields behind them devoid of monsters. We do, too, after a few jests. It's the cruelest thing we do. I often participate.

I know I'm supposed to be depressed, or scrounging for survival, or finding life's little moments denied by overwhelming misery and chaos. But the plague has been a blessing in disguise for the Renaissance Faire. Without the glazed donuts of American capitalism, without weekends selling ourselves to abused parents and abusive children high on kennel popcorn and soda, without weeks spent in workshops painting wooden shields and hammering metal roses, without eye-rolls and mean laughs at monks pushing cheesecake carts and knights reciting poetry, without the most common, most stupid questions, like "Do people really buy this shit?" and "Why is this shit so expensive?"

Without the normal, we are free to be weird. And it is free to be weird. All our concerns have taken on the technical difficulties once held by a fifteenth-century European village. Food production, justice, border security, tradition. The exact concerns most of my people dreamed about in the first place, and had put aside to sell dragon-egg earrings to Game of Thrones fans.

Naturally, we don't toss our poop in the streets. But we don't use the restrooms, either. Things have become economical in a tightened, smart kind of way, and beyond economy, we are an extended version of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It's lovely.

We came back through the gates, and after Roderick (not his birth name) checked us for bites and wrote down our report, Jo gave Lombard a kiss on the cheek, they're cute like that, and we went our separate ways. Would it be bad if I told you that as I headed for the shop I started to have depressing thoughts? I know how unoriginal this sounds but: Winter is Coming. In what, less than half a year? What will we do then? Jo seems to think the dead will follow the fur-scent of coyotes and deer, and find it easier to climb the deep, compact snow. And I keep having this pitiful image of a bear who was sleeping peacefully in her cave waking up to a rotten human feeding on her leg. Maybe happening a few times, until the bear rolls her eyes and dies.

Until then, we will salt our meat and play pretend and laugh at the small-mindedness of the dead. We won't let them in until they come crawling over the walls.

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Written by desmondwrite
Ren Rats
Today, we crossed a field of grass bordered by the black-and-yellow bark of Ponderosa pine, and we stopped and took it in. The sun-through-the-clouds coated us in a bluefire, and when I looked at my friends, at Jo and his plate-mail, at Lobard and his mad beard, and they at me, in my deep cloak with a celtic braid, holding a longbow, we had to laugh. It seemed exactly like we were a fellowship for some quest, maybe to steal from a gluttonous dragon, or to stop a cult from resurrecting their dead god, not a couple of Ren Rats surveying the clump of trees behind the parking lot.

"I don't see any signs," said Lobard, plucking some fern. "Don't smell them, either."

I remember taking a sweet breath, feeling the wetness in the air and the aged-wood and butterscotch of pine. Relishing in the thought: the dead aren't here yet.

Luckily, they avoid the mountains, or maybe the crevices and roots tear off their feet, slow their advance. In any case, we barely encounter them, only hear the reports on the radio (neither WIFI or TV work anymore) or from the dirty, scared families that claw at our gates, screaming, "let us in, let us in," despite the fields behind them devoid of monsters. We do, too, after a few jests. It's the cruelest thing we do. I often participate.

I know I'm supposed to be depressed, or scrounging for survival, or finding life's little moments denied by overwhelming misery and chaos. But the plague has been a blessing in disguise for the Renaissance Faire. Without the glazed donuts of American capitalism, without weekends selling ourselves to abused parents and abusive children high on kennel popcorn and soda, without weeks spent in workshops painting wooden shields and hammering metal roses, without eye-rolls and mean laughs at monks pushing cheesecake carts and knights reciting poetry, without the most common, most stupid questions, like "Do people really buy this shit?" and "Why is this shit so expensive?"

Without the normal, we are free to be weird. And it is free to be weird. All our concerns have taken on the technical difficulties once held by a fifteenth-century European village. Food production, justice, border security, tradition. The exact concerns most of my people dreamed about in the first place, and had put aside to sell dragon-egg earrings to Game of Thrones fans.

Naturally, we don't toss our poop in the streets. But we don't use the restrooms, either. Things have become economical in a tightened, smart kind of way, and beyond economy, we are an extended version of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It's lovely.

We came back through the gates, and after Roderick (not his birth name) checked us for bites and wrote down our report, Jo gave Lombard a kiss on the cheek, they're cute like that, and we went our separate ways. Would it be bad if I told you that as I headed for the shop I started to have depressing thoughts? I know how unoriginal this sounds but: Winter is Coming. In what, less than half a year? What will we do then? Jo seems to think the dead will follow the fur-scent of coyotes and deer, and find it easier to climb the deep, compact snow. And I keep having this pitiful image of a bear who was sleeping peacefully in her cave waking up to a rotten human feeding on her leg. Maybe happening a few times, until the bear rolls her eyes and dies.

Until then, we will salt our meat and play pretend and laugh at the small-mindedness of the dead. We won't let them in until they come crawling over the walls.
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Written by VendettaDemon

Dear Diary,

These past 24 hours have been an eternity for me. I've had no human contact and its starting to affect me. I know I'm normally an introvert and I avoid people, and frankly speaking, 24 hours without human contact isn't even that bad compared to what I'm used to. But I like watching people around me, I like to see an exciting and lively world, even if I'm not directly influencing it, but that has ended. Now theres only emptiness and ruin. I think the idea that this solitude might last until I die, is really getting to me. The endless brooding really is no good, so I'm glad i got the idea to talk to you Diary. And your words of encouragement really help (even though I used to think inspirational quotes in diaries were cheesy).

Hey Diary, me again. I hope you didn't take that last sentence I wrote previously to heart. Anyway, I wanted to share my excitement. Can you believe it? Were in a 5 star hotel, and we can actually spend the night here. Plus I got the snacks i took from the convenience store where I met you. And I even have Bounty, my favorite. Maybe this whole apocalypse thing, wont be so bad. What do you think? Are you enjoying it?

Diary, are you awake? I can't sleep. The truth is I'm scared the barricad at the door isn't enough. Plus there was a lot of rustling outside the window a while ago. It kinda reminds me of that time I played a horror game with my brother. I bet he would know what to do in a situation like this. Hey Diary, keep me company untill I fall asleep, ok?

Diary, it's time to move out again. Seems like the water and electricity supply was cut. Guess you can't really expect them to continue working normally during an apocalypse. I guess at least it will be a good time for some more scouting and resupplying on food. Also i had this great idea: if electricity is down, it means that house security is down too, right? So i can easily walk into some nice penthouses in the city. Thats my plan for now. Stick close and we'll be fine.

Diary,... Diary, re you ok? You have some pages ripped. Damned those dogs. They were all fucking calm at the start. What agitated them so much. Well as long as we're still together, it's gonna be ok. Don't give up on me yet. I'm gonna go scout the house.

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Oh, Diary, how I missed you. Who would have thought the house was full of those damn creatures. And on top of that the dogs were a nuisance. But what had me worried the most is that I lost you. But I remembered the place we first met, and here you are, healthy as ever and completely fine. Don't ever leave me again Diary.

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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by VendettaDemon
Dear Diary,
These past 24 hours have been an eternity for me. I've had no human contact and its starting to affect me. I know I'm normally an introvert and I avoid people, and frankly speaking, 24 hours without human contact isn't even that bad compared to what I'm used to. But I like watching people around me, I like to see an exciting and lively world, even if I'm not directly influencing it, but that has ended. Now theres only emptiness and ruin. I think the idea that this solitude might last until I die, is really getting to me. The endless brooding really is no good, so I'm glad i got the idea to talk to you Diary. And your words of encouragement really help (even though I used to think inspirational quotes in diaries were cheesy).

Hey Diary, me again. I hope you didn't take that last sentence I wrote previously to heart. Anyway, I wanted to share my excitement. Can you believe it? Were in a 5 star hotel, and we can actually spend the night here. Plus I got the snacks i took from the convenience store where I met you. And I even have Bounty, my favorite. Maybe this whole apocalypse thing, wont be so bad. What do you think? Are you enjoying it?

Diary, are you awake? I can't sleep. The truth is I'm scared the barricad at the door isn't enough. Plus there was a lot of rustling outside the window a while ago. It kinda reminds me of that time I played a horror game with my brother. I bet he would know what to do in a situation like this. Hey Diary, keep me company untill I fall asleep, ok?

Diary, it's time to move out again. Seems like the water and electricity supply was cut. Guess you can't really expect them to continue working normally during an apocalypse. I guess at least it will be a good time for some more scouting and resupplying on food. Also i had this great idea: if electricity is down, it means that house security is down too, right? So i can easily walk into some nice penthouses in the city. Thats my plan for now. Stick close and we'll be fine.

Diary,... Diary, re you ok? You have some pages ripped. Damned those dogs. They were all fucking calm at the start. What agitated them so much. Well as long as we're still together, it's gonna be ok. Don't give up on me yet. I'm gonna go scout the house.
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Oh, Diary, how I missed you. Who would have thought the house was full of those damn creatures. And on top of that the dogs were a nuisance. But what had me worried the most is that I lost you. But I remembered the place we first met, and here you are, healthy as ever and completely fine. Don't ever leave me again Diary.
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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by SiletLaus

Diary Entry

The screams don't stop and neither do the bullets. It's only been a day, but I somehow doubt that this will all blow over soon. 

It's such a strange thing, the apocalypse. I've read books, played games, watched tv shows,even had dreams of it. And yet, I was still so unprepared.

I've always said that I wouldn't be one to last, but I didn't realize just how quickly I'd go. I was bitten before I even knew what was going on.

But, shit happens. The only thing left to do is say goodbye and enjoy my last few hours. Probably.

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Diary Entry
The screams don't stop and neither do the bullets. It's only been a day, but I somehow doubt that this will all blow over soon. 
It's such a strange thing, the apocalypse. I've read books, played games, watched tv shows,even had dreams of it. And yet, I was still so unprepared.
I've always said that I wouldn't be one to last, but I didn't realize just how quickly I'd go. I was bitten before I even knew what was going on.
But, shit happens. The only thing left to do is say goodbye and enjoy my last few hours. Probably.
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Written by Skye_Thorin

Day One of the Apocalypse!

Today was the worst. My parents and brother died. Just was idiotic enough to bury them. Yeah, well, now I'm hiding in the attic and gathering up weapons. So far I've got a sword, a fishing rod, and my old bow and arrows. Luckily I had taken fencing for the past three years and archery for the past ten.

I called Noah, he's on his way over with the rest of our friends. I warned them about my brother and parents. A gun shot and scared the hell out of me. There's a knock... be right back.

They're here. Thank god they're here. We all sit on the floor in the attic and plan. I can't believe the apocalypse is here. It's crazy. We've grown up watching movies and shows about the apocalypse and now it's really here. I've got to protect my little sister. She needs to make it out of this alive. We all do.

Okay, it's night, we've officially made it throughout the day. Everyone is still alive. We were running low on food and had to go to the grocery store. I had to do my own stitches after Kenton shot my leg. Really lightheaded and cold. Noah may be holding me, but I'm still freezing. 

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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by Skye_Thorin
Day One of the Apocalypse!
Today was the worst. My parents and brother died. Just was idiotic enough to bury them. Yeah, well, now I'm hiding in the attic and gathering up weapons. So far I've got a sword, a fishing rod, and my old bow and arrows. Luckily I had taken fencing for the past three years and archery for the past ten.
I called Noah, he's on his way over with the rest of our friends. I warned them about my brother and parents. A gun shot and scared the hell out of me. There's a knock... be right back.
They're here. Thank god they're here. We all sit on the floor in the attic and plan. I can't believe the apocalypse is here. It's crazy. We've grown up watching movies and shows about the apocalypse and now it's really here. I've got to protect my little sister. She needs to make it out of this alive. We all do.
Okay, it's night, we've officially made it throughout the day. Everyone is still alive. We were running low on food and had to go to the grocery store. I had to do my own stitches after Kenton shot my leg. Really lightheaded and cold. Noah may be holding me, but I'm still freezing. 
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Written by dyannakassandra

This might as well be a suicide note.

Today might be my last day. I’m hiding in a janitor closet on the west wing of a university. It doesn’t matter which university, it doesn’t even matter that I’m writing this. Scratching on the outside of this door is a human-being whose only goal is to make a meal out of me. I’ve been in here for a few hours now. The only reason I know this is because there’s a small window. The sun is high in the sky so it should be a few hours after noon.

I woke up to the sound of my mailman getting eaten alive. I knew better than to open the door to screams so I watched it from my peephole. My reaction was to run. It’s the only one I know. I hardly remember how I got here. But I know I ran fast. I haven’t stopped sweating since I locked myself in here.

I don’t think I’ll make it. This is obviously why I’m writing this. I’ve never been a fighter. Hell, a week ago I wanted to die. It’s been like that since I got back from the hospital a few months ago. I don’t know where my family or friends are. All I can picture is John frantically looking for me. He’s always been a fighter. He fought for our marriage, our family and he would no doubt fight for his life. He would know what to do if he were here now. We would actually have a chance.

Damn it! Why did it have to take a fucking apocalypse for me to realize I do have something to live for?? I have to do something. I need her to be safe. I just don’t know if I can! I’m scared! I always have been!

Fuck it. Tonight we’re going to make a run for it. There’s a patrol car I see from the window. All I have to do is get to it and I’ll figure it out from there. I’ll just swaddle her extra tight and hold her close to me in my jacket. I hope she doesn’t cry.

Please don’t cry, baby... 

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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by dyannakassandra
This might as well be a suicide note.
Today might be my last day. I’m hiding in a janitor closet on the west wing of a university. It doesn’t matter which university, it doesn’t even matter that I’m writing this. Scratching on the outside of this door is a human-being whose only goal is to make a meal out of me. I’ve been in here for a few hours now. The only reason I know this is because there’s a small window. The sun is high in the sky so it should be a few hours after noon.
I woke up to the sound of my mailman getting eaten alive. I knew better than to open the door to screams so I watched it from my peephole. My reaction was to run. It’s the only one I know. I hardly remember how I got here. But I know I ran fast. I haven’t stopped sweating since I locked myself in here.
I don’t think I’ll make it. This is obviously why I’m writing this. I’ve never been a fighter. Hell, a week ago I wanted to die. It’s been like that since I got back from the hospital a few months ago. I don’t know where my family or friends are. All I can picture is John frantically looking for me. He’s always been a fighter. He fought for our marriage, our family and he would no doubt fight for his life. He would know what to do if he were here now. We would actually have a chance.
Damn it! Why did it have to take a fucking apocalypse for me to realize I do have something to live for?? I have to do something. I need her to be safe. I just don’t know if I can! I’m scared! I always have been!
Fuck it. Tonight we’re going to make a run for it. There’s a patrol car I see from the window. All I have to do is get to it and I’ll figure it out from there. I’ll just swaddle her extra tight and hold her close to me in my jacket. I hope she doesn’t cry.
Please don’t cry, baby... 
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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by WistfulThinker

Zombie Apocalypse

They always wrote stories about this happening, but I never thought it would. I mean, how could I? The idea is absurd! Brain eating beings. Seriously? Yet here I am, hiding for my life.. from brain eating beings. I am not sure I will live for very long. I was barely able to survive a normal life.

These... these monsters are taking everyone I know and love. Just yesterday my younger sister Jessie was roaming around in the woods and those bastards got her. They got Jessie! And now if I have to, I gotta shoot her! Shoot my own sister! And all because I need to protect myself even though I failed to protect her.

I must go immediately. I have no more time to write. It is getting dark and even more of them will gather if I don't get a move on..

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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by WistfulThinker
Zombie Apocalypse
They always wrote stories about this happening, but I never thought it would. I mean, how could I? The idea is absurd! Brain eating beings. Seriously? Yet here I am, hiding for my life.. from brain eating beings. I am not sure I will live for very long. I was barely able to survive a normal life.
These... these monsters are taking everyone I know and love. Just yesterday my younger sister Jessie was roaming around in the woods and those bastards got her. They got Jessie! And now if I have to, I gotta shoot her! Shoot my own sister! And all because I need to protect myself even though I failed to protect her.
I must go immediately. I have no more time to write. It is getting dark and even more of them will gather if I don't get a move on..
#fiction 
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