Day 1, my last

I'm scared. 

I have mere minutes of sanity left. My hands turn more bloodless by the second.

I thought tales of zombies were no more than stories, myths as obscured by retellings and legends as the unicorn. But these creatures are no myth. They are such as the narwhal, thought to be unimaginable, denied out of existence, yet real. 

I was so sure they were pure figments of human imagination. How could the dead become un-dead? How could humans logically believe such a thing? How could they infect the living?

But I'll admit it now, I was wrong. I suppose experience is the only thing that could have convinced me as such, and now I have that experience. 

I have seen them before my eyes. Well, one of them anyway. 

I guess I must have been bitten in my sleep.

Because the zombie I saw

was the zombie in the mirror.