Thanks, Danny, for your advice. You've been an inspiration. You can see what I've been up to in the last few days on my blog. I'm still facing a dilemma though, so any more words of wisdom would be welcome.
I've been here in my bedroom for the last three days, mostly curled up on my bed, pondering your question, Danny.
I thought at first they might go away, and I could just walk out, but they're still there, clawing and moaning outside my door. They're relentless.
I ate my last M&M last night - I made them last as my only sustenance for over three days - and I feel so weak with hunger and despair now, so ready to die.
But hell, I'm not going to be one of them. No fucking way. So I've decided.
Thanks for the advice, Danny, I've made a weapon. I was worried about breaking the pipe off from behind the toilet as there was no way of turning the water supply off and I was worried a flood may eventually cause the floor to collapse - and I don't want to be delivered into my lounge full of zombies.
But I had a look around, and I've managed to smash apart my wooden TV stand and make a couple of stakes out of it. Better against vampires, I know, but I reckon if I come up against one of those Zeds then I could stab some brain.
So, next step - I can't go out of the door, there's just to many of them out on the landing and I'll be bitten within seconds. So I'm going out of the window - there's less out there, and they're slow moving so I reckon I can outrun them.
As long as I do it quick, and I don't break a leg in the fall.
It's only a two storey drop, onto gravel, so I'm hoping I'll be okay. God knows where I'm going to run to, but I'll keep running until I find shelter from these soul-less creatures.