you're the number thirteen

you're the black cat across the street

i'm no good for you

and you're no good for me

but there's something about you

that keeps pulling me back in

i'm addicted, i'm hooked

i can't help but turn to sin

i need you badly

you consume my thoughts

they swore cigarettes were addictive

but it's your mouth i haven't forgot

god i wish i could quit

but you fool me with your tricks

i need you, i love you

like an addict craves his fix

Journal entry:

Well, it's here, just like I warned everyone. I guess they probably feel stupid for doubting me now. At least I was prepared. My underground bunker stocked full. Enough to last at least 6 months.

Too bad I won't use any of it. See, I walked outside to get the paper, figuring I would still be getting one, and Mrs Maylo from next door crashed through the shrubbery dividing our yards and sure as hell bit me before I was able to bash her skull in with my bat. I'm not stupid enough to go out unarmed, after all. I just didn't expect to be ambushed by the sweet lady from next door.

So.. I'm done for. One of them. A zombie. I figure I'm gonna make the most of it, though. I don't need any of my supplies so, while my wits are about me still, I went ahead and turned my safe haven, my bunker, over to a family who just moved in down the street. They didn't stand a chance without it. Besides, if worse comes to worse later on, I know where a whole family of fresh humans is bunkered up and would open the door only for me.

I don't have much of a game plan. Hunger hasn't set in yet. I figure I'll just go ahead and stay put until I get so hungry I have no choice but to go out and find food.

It's not so bad. Can't beat em join em, right? Who knew I'd get bit on the first official day. I don't usually keep a journal, but I figured someone will want to read about this later. What it's like to go from human to zombie. The zombies perspective.

I'll be writing my experiences as they happen until I cant anymore. Once my brain turns to complete mush and I'm just a dead corpse running around eating every living being I find, I figure I won't have any more time for writing. Too busy gnawing on some poor chaps femur. Turns the stomach right now, but hey.. give it a day or two, right?

I'm looking outside my front window and there's a whole mess of them making their way down my street. I should take a few out while I'm still thinking clearly...

Nah. They're my own kind now. May as well embrace it... Hold on a sec...

Alright, just went out and talked to a couple of them. Ones that still had working vocal cords. Didn't get much information other than they are hungry as shit. Yeah. That's all they wanted to talk about. Where is the food? Any fresh meat around here? Typical zombies. Sometimes I question my own race, let me tell you. I feel like an alien, you know?

Well, I'm starting to feel it now. Getting really hungry and nothing in my fridge sounds good, if you know what I mean. I'm going out to hunt, so I'll catch up later on and tell about it...

Later:

Well, that just beats it all. I just got back home and let me tell you, it's madness out there. I nearly got my head blasted off by a human. I'm still hungry, although I was able to find someone else's left overs. It tasted pretty damned good, but I want more.

I've got to keep my head for as long as I can and I've been going through the medicine I've had stocked away. I'm going to try some different concoctions and see if I can't stave off brain rot. At least for awhile. I'm sure it will happen, but I'd like to have the ability to think clearly for as long as possible. I'm heading back out. Maybe this time I'll catch me a live one. The thought makes my mouth water. Can you believe that? Mmm.. warm flesh. Yeah, I'll be back. I hope.

Later:

What a feast! It was easy as 1, 2, 3! I just snatched me up a girl who stepped out of her car because she couldn't go any farther. She screamed and thrashed, but no real strength, you know? Wow, it was satisfying, let me just tell you! Her warm innards sliding.. hell you don't want me to go into all that.

I've got some meds that I think will work. Keep my brain fresh. I'm just resting now before I head out again. I'll write more tomorrow.

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I think it's kind of funny that Friday the 13th was yesterday, you know, considering that the world is ending today instead.  I guess we're often a bit slow on the uptake.

I'm really only writing out of habit at this point, since I expect no one will be able to read soon.  Or even have a brain to read with.  Still, it's kind of therapeutic.

I cancelled my date with Brian over text, which would be a pretty sucky move if I wasn't too scared to go outside to find him in person.  He didn't respond, which means he is either offended or already dead.  Either way, I think we can safely say I am single.

So, this is an apocalypse, huh?  It's actually really boring right now, since I'm shut up inside my house with my family and the mailman that ran in here for cover and won't leave.  He's in the guest room.  He's kind of shy, but a decent guy, and he has a bunch of tape and rubber bands, which I guess may be useful at some point.  The zombies that came down the street this morning (thus the mailman coming inside) are gone, but our neighborhood has too many trees and alleys to be sure they aren't still out there.

Most of my friends are okay, but are holed up inside, too.  Katelyn was at the movie theater when they announced the lockdown, so she told me she's living on popcorn and nachos until a rescue party comes or the zombies find them.  In the meantime, she's memorized the Trolls movie.  I don't blame her for going with the kids movie; there are too many jump scares in real life now.

Well, I'd better make sure my windows are securely boarded before bed.  Maybe I'll write again tomorrow; who knows?

On the Sixth Day

God created Man

On the Seventh

He took His rest

On the Eight Day

He considered-

And decided,

Us he'd test...

-DeRicki

Provide me more, my darling would say, the;

Roses you sent to me are withered, the;

Oil and sweet spices are washed away with a quick

Shower but only your words remain, so don’t linger! tell me how I am

Everything to you, before the lonely night comes...

The sweet scent,

of white lilies,

mixed with briny tears,

brings me back,

from the future,

through all the years.

I remember now, 

all those silly,

helplessly inevitable fears.

I can still see,

the ugly reflection

of myself in a maze mirrors.

I know of the disease,

that killed millions,

because there wasn't cures.

All the lovely ladies,

and humble gentleman,

plus all the good-hearted dears,

all clock-work, 

but someone stuck

a stick in the winding gears.

The screams of pain,

the cries of anguish,

being all ones ear hears.

The quick flash,

of flickering life,

as a painful death nears.

But suddenly, 

after your gone,

a flame of life peers,

through the darkness, 

into your heart,

and the world around you disappears.

You realize then,

it was all a dream,

and there's happiness to your tears.