If you're reading this, then I am dead or either "dead."
When the news was released of what had happened in Camp Saint Teresa, of the "death," I knew that this was the beginning of the end. All through out different cultures it has been predicted that one day the "dead" would walk the earth, unbound to mortal nature or mortal sin, but did they really mean that the "walking dead" would be eating us?!? This must be God's punishment for us attempting to play "God." But, those that have survived... if any have survived, have survived off of sheer will power, in which God gave us. So, HA! It back fires on you! Sorry, I've been down in this wet basement for months.. years , maybe... I don't know, I've lost track. I've been down here so long I don't even remember what the outside looks like, all I can see when I close my eyes and think of the world above is those BEASTS.. Those wretched things I once considered to be my species!! But.. now they are all gone... my family, my friends.. my dog! It's all gone.... But, I'll see them soon... I am running out of supplies. I have 5 water bottles left, 2 MREs, and 7 or 8 packages of snack crackers left. When I run out of food, I'll just have to go to the top.. take my chances. Luckily though, before we were forced out of our home I was able to grab two shotguns, a double barrel 20 gauge, and a single 12 gauge and about 100 rounds for both from our closet. They were a gift from my father, long before our world was overrun....
Sorry, had to go make sure they weren't coming in somewhere... It sounds like they were coming in through the walls sometimes... When I close my eyes I can hear them out there crying, screaming, growling.. scratching..... These things have no souls.. I don't stand a chance out there alone... I don't think I'm going to make it out of this alive.... If you're reading this..
CONTINUE TO SURVIVE!!