Diary of Jane
11/21/2016
Dear Diary,
It happened. It actually happened. I had only seen it in movies, played video games depicting it and watched TV shows about it. Never in a million years would I have thought something like it could become real-life. Today it did. The zombie apocalypse became reality.
It started off as a normal day. Woke up, got ready and drove to work. The first couple hours at work were normal…well, sort of. It was abnormally quiet. The phones weren’t ringing much, if at all. No walk-ins. Hell, there didn’t even seem to be many cars driving by on the street. Granted we’re not a main road, but we still get cars driving by pretty frequently. We’re close enough to one of the main roads in the town.
Then it happened. The silence was broken.
A man came running into our office and started screaming for help. All of us, of course, came running. Well, those of us on the first floor at least, so 4 of us. He was loud, but not loud enough for the people on the second floor to hear. Lucky them. He was carrying a young girl in his arms. There was blood covering the entire front of her shirt. She was dead; there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. What struck me was that he came here, to our law office, instead of going to a hospital. I guessed we were the closest place. And he wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to think rationally. He was carrying his dead daughter, for crying out loud.
She did not fucking stay dead, though.
The moment he saw us, he fell to his knees with her sprawled across them. It was about a minute after we saw this gruesome scene that it got worse. She groaned. She fucking made this guttural sound that scared the ever living shit out of us because, for all intents and purposes, she had just been dead. Before any of us could comprehend what was happening, she dug her teeth into his neck causing crimson to spurt everywhere. None of us could move. We were completely frozen to our spots as this all unfolded. His body fell limp, toppling over backwards and she just kept going. Then she suddenly stopped…and I realized why instantly. He was changing. It was time to run.
I forced my own feet to move and, thankfully, I saw that the others quickly moved too. It was hard to keep from screaming. All of us were. We were terrified. I realize now that maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to leave. I should’ve tried to help the others. I should’ve stayed to see if the people on the second floor knew what was happening, but I didn’t. I jumped into mom mentality. I needed to get home to my husband and son.
I don’t even remember the drive, really. I don’t know if the person I hit along the way was a person or a zombie. I didn’t stop to check. I couldn’t. When I did finally reach our neighborhood, it was quiet. Untouched. It was as if the plague hadn’t reached here yet. I was wrong. I quickly realized that when I saw our neighbor’s house. It had reached here.
Thankfully…our house was untouched. My husband and son were fine. They’d barricaded themselves in the attic. But for how much longer would we be fine is what I now wonder. What do we do? Where do we go? How far did this reach? So many questions, so little answers.
I’ve seen the movies, I’ve played the games, I’ve watched the shows, but I sure as hell am not ready to actually have it be real-life.
~ Jane