So Diary, 

This afternoon I watched my best friend Samuel eat his father, mother and girlfriend on the front lawn.

I hid behind the velvety curtains just inside the living room between the black leather couch and the wide sun glaring windows, trembling near uncontrollably, listening to horrific feast.

It was as if Cows were being slaughtered just behind the glass. Blood and innards splashed on the windowsill and all the while Sam, had this joyous vacant look in his swollen reddened eyes, joyous and vacant- like a psychopathic serial rapist I imagine. 

I guess I'll never be able to make crude and lewd and utterly outlandish jokes with him ever again.  Or laugh at his cringing sarcastic nature, or play basketball with him.

Maybe; if there are any scientists out there, who have not already been zombified, maybe then-- if I can get to them. But how can I leave this house when I look outside and see a parade of soulless plagued bodies marching and feasting on each other.  

I can't stop thinking about how Donald Trump built that wall and repealed President Obama's health care legislation. 

I can't help but wonder if this has any correlation to that whatsoever.

God help me.