Day 1 (It has begun)

They'd been around for awhile. Zombies. It was an illness, that messed with the brain, making agile beings with intelligent minds to one track shambling creatures wanting one thing only. Food. Brains. Scientists claimed if it hadn't been for the idea of Zombies before this, they wouldn't crave brains. It started in poor countries and slowly started to spread. Those that got it were put in quarantine. But it spread so easily and too fast. Now it was truly an apocalypse. The world was ending. I

Sorry, I had to pause. I could hear them. Any hope of survival was low. You were either eaten by a Zombie, or you became one. To protect yourself from the disease you had to wear a full body medic suit and the tiniest bit of exposed skin was your doom. Getting food and liquids were hard. Almost all sources were contaminated. People have barricaded their houses. They will probably starve to death if they do not wish to come out. I don't think there is any chance the human race will survive this illness. As far as I am aware there is almost no one working on a cure. Even if there was, who would go around telling people and administering it?

I do not think I will last more than a week. I believe I will become one of them. If I eat anything there is a possibility of the disease infecting me. But I do not wish to die either. So I am destined to die and become their food, or become one of them.

There is no hope for humanity.