Congratulations!
If you're actually reading this then con-fucking-grats! You actually made it out of this alive. I'm sure it won't be long until some pasty, skin-peeling, brain-eating bitch finds me down here. Even if they don't, it won't be long until I'm out of food and water. It's not like I can leave this dark, dank, rat infested cellar. All the stores are already deserted-- damn, can you say mass hysteria? All you idiots breaking in places for guns or ammo, what's the point? We can't beat them if we don't know how it started. If we can't put a stop to the cause, then shoot as many as you want, but more will keep coming. It's inevitable. So if you found this journal, why the fuck are you digging around an old cellar?! If this is over when you find this then again I say: congratulations! You survived. If not, then see you in hell.