Day one?

April 22, 2017

~7:00 PM~

Dear Diary,

It’s only been twelve hours since the first moment I came face to face with the undead. But as my eyes trace the letters of my previous entry from last night, it’s clear even in this dim lighting, that I am not the same person.

No one is.

Most of us aren’t even people anymore and the memory of all that was of life and society, has diminished in a flash. The dreams and goals of yesterday are gone. Everything has been replaced with the need for survival.

Last night, I was clinking Martinis with my bestie over a job promotion and this morning I was bashing her head in to stop her from eating my brain. It was my first encounter with a zombie and my first kill, if you can call it that. But most importantly, she was my first loss. I have met and lost so many people in the last twelve hours, I’ve lost count.

I won’t count.

At 6:52 AM this morning EST, the sun rose on a zombie apocalypse and the world went crazy…

It seems that overnight, the bodies that laid lifeless in the cemeteries across the world, arose from their graves on a mission for human consumption. A mission that has grown more successful by the hour. Some of those that have fought to keep their brain have still come up scathed and go on to join their army. With a slight graze of teeth across the skin, the virus spreads through the human body, leaving nothing left but a hunger for human flesh. I watched it happen right in front of me.

I’ve spent the last few hours leading my own army. An army of those that have been lucky enough to stay alive, though I am not sure being alive is lucky now. I am not sure what we are even fighting for or how long we will be able to keep it up. Our plan is to find as many survivors as we can and continue to move forward across the state finding more. What we will do after that is unknown.

I would like to say that I am scared but when you face darkness of this kind, you just feel numb. Or maybe it is just that the fear is so constant that it normalizes, even in this short amount of time. I have yet to think about what tomorrow will bring and all the days after that.

I write this entry in the hopes that someone will be around to read it. That eventually, life will normalize and someone will be piecing it all together. Or maybe in hopes that I can one day come back and read it myself. Either way, there is some sort of solace in documenting the story of what has happened today.