Feelin' some heat 'round here

Well, if you read any of my outbreak notes then you know I've had to off a few folks, including kinfolk. Now, it hasn't been easy (the actual killin' was easy but I mean the feelings part) but I've adjusted to the fact that home here on and/or around Sand Mountain isn't never gonna be the same. My whole family is killed, 'cept for daddy, but who the fuck knows where that lazy son-of-a-bitch is, and the whole town is kinda actin' weird.
Everyone knows something is up. Especially after they watched me saw the sheriff's head off the other day. What's so strange is how everyone seemed kinda cool about it. Not cool enough to help, stupid fuckers, but cool enough not to be shootin' me in the back.
The streets are staying pretty empty 'round town, and nobody's hanging out by the creek on weekend nights no more. Chip Haverns told me yesterday that he killed his neighbor with a shovel because he found him gnawin' on his own wife (the neighbor's wife, not Chip's, he ain't married, he only got's Rosey Palm and her 5 sisters). I asked him if he smashed all the brains to bits and he said no. I called him a stupid fucker and we got to throwin' some punches, but we're cool now, mostly 'cause I whooped his ass. But I've been doin' that since high school, well, 10th grade anyway. Not too much high school after that (stay in school kids, haha).
Anyway, something around here is causing everyone to turn into zombies, and since none of these lazy bastards seems motivated to find out why, I guess it's up to me. Only problem is, the county pigs, I mean, police, are harrasin' me about my missing family among others. And there's an issue with a false manslaughter charge I got pending. If they lock me up the whole town might get overrun with zombies.
It's a goddamn shame when I'm the town's only hope by god.