Bloaters

This will come to a surprise to most but I have discovered something even more terrifying than regular every day zombies. I didn't think it was possible but this disease goes beyond what we even imagined. That is why I am quickly documenting what I witnessed before it is too late. It is currently three something months in the apocalypse and I, being the intellectual I am, have been living in a boathouse in the middle of a small lake for a while now. Most of my family died early on with only my dad and my dear friend Lamar remaining. We were running low on food, water was no concern because the house had built in water filter. There were no fish in the lake, again, not that big. I typically go out scavenging for food with pretty decent success, but earlier today something truly horrible happened. When approaching shore I could see quite a few zombies approaching from dry land. I readied my machete to start exterminating them but all of a sudden the house started to shake from underneath. My dad walks out onto the porch to ask what was going on when suddenly the wooden planks cave in from under him and hands grab at him pulling him into the water. I try to grab for him with my friend Lamar following quickly to help. The house continues moving forward into shallow water and eventually crashes into the shoreline; causing me to fall backwards and accidentally letting go of my father. The look of terror in his face burns even to this moment in my head as he was swiftly brought underneath the water. It is then that I realized how strong the zombies can be if they can break through the boards, yet I feel like it shouldn't be possible with all past encounters. That's when I had another realization... these things were not normal. One of the creatures emerged from the hole and climbed up onto the porch. It's entire body was bloated from the amount of water it absorbed, it was completely disfigured, more so than a regular zombie. I was paralyzed, the moment most people would be shouting among the audience as to why I simply sat there in horror, but no one would question it nowadays, I was simply terrified. Lamar shoots his revolver at the beast a couple meters away, blowing its brains out. He then comes over to me and pulls me up to my feet. Suddenly the normal zombies were climbing onto the boat from the shoreline unexpectedly, Lamar starts shooting them dead as I try to get the boat house back to deep water. More of the... the bloaters I'll call them emerged from the water, hundreds of them, from both shallow and deep water, they were buoyant; or worse, they could swim. I knew then and there we couldn't be on that lake anymore so I try to call for Lamar to follow me into town but he was too preoccupied. When he ran out of bullets he switched to his knife but he quickly got swarmed. I ran. Lamar's screams rang out in horror as I left him behind. There was nothing I could do. With only this machete of mine and a single water bottle, I knew I wouldn't last long. I thought I did well too, surviving, but who would expect those bloaters to be there, in fact why were they there? Why now did they show up? I'll probably never figure it out. I'm currently trapped on the roof of a building surrounded by zombies, in the distance I could see the lake dotted with the monsters. If only I had a gun with a bullet in it... if only.