Day 1

Dear Diary,

    I don't know what's happening. This morning I was driving to work listening to music, and then on the way home my classical was interrupted by a broadcast. "Stay home. They streets are being overrun by zombies. I repeat, zombies. I know this sounds crazy but I promise you, if you don't lock those doors, you won't even live long enough to regret your choice. Now, Its time to save myself instead of you idiots." Mozart comes back on, leaving me shaking. Why would they do that? I went straight home and locked my doors obviously. Just in case. But every hour or so I peak out of my windows and see nothing out of the usually. Maybe it's a prank, and I've made a fool of myself. If that was the case, I'd be so happy. Wait a second. I should be checking my window right about now. I just heard a noise, so I'm a bit cautious, but it's most likely nothing.

        IT'S NOT NOTHING! I looked outside and there was my neighbor Phil, looking like a reject from The Walking Dead. I'm actually shaking. Oh my God. I was a normal girl, went to school, was a Junior, in band, had a family. Wait, where is my family? I've been so scared I've actually forgotten about them. Okay, I shouldn't panic, if something happened, someone would have called me. Right? I'm so nervous, I don't know what to do. Do I sleep? Do I kill zombies? This is actually confusing. I have has suicidal thoughts in the past, but now confronted by these things, I'm more angry than craving death. These guys think they can just waltz around, eating brains? Nah son, they have to die. I'm going to find my family, and then its going to be one on one with some zombies.