Today I woke up with the sweet sorrow of zombies. I took my food ration and half of a glass of water. I climb to the terrace for a sunbathing ... how interesting ... I look at the horizon and watch a bunch of red errant bodies seeking their next victim and likely future colleague. I take my radio transmitter and i start to send signals that, sometimes I think it would be in vain. Some signals are for help and others to offer any survivor a safe place and meal. I'm in the third world, Colombia, hoping that I am not the only survivor.
I still remember the first day they appeared those things!
I always dreamed that someday this would happen but I never thought it was so fast.
10:45 June 27, 2009
An alleged epidemic was sweeping the world, the official media claimed that not long that virus will be arrive to our capital.
I take the necessary precautions ... a face mask, latex gloves and alcohol.
9:00 pm June 28, 2009
cries seized in Bogota, people fled without stopping to different directions. I was in my car when I see a person covered in blood, suddenly he tries to hit my glass but he felt down ... i brake quickly and I notice that another person with the same characteristics that biting another!
Crap! its happening! i don´t belive it! I said in my mind. Quickly i across the city to get into my house. I arrived and i saw my parents putting together a barricade at the door and covering the windows with heavy objects. I asked my father about the supplies and said he had already get prepared and went to the supermarket to take what we could ... fortunately much was brought. we parked the cars blocking the windows and doors.
I limited myself to only collect water in containers and store them in a room to prevent further evaporation. Rapidly a group of these things went to shake the cars and try to get in ... poor mindless bodies...
Until I lost my father, my mother and two younger brothers ... all this happened because my father didn't said that he was bitten when he was taking supplies. I managed to save another person who had a gun, but from all the pressure he had to endure every day, committed suicide ... excellent choice ...
by the way, my name is Ander one or perhaps the only survivor in a city full of undead.