September 13, 2008 (Entry 1)

It's been about six weeks since the outbreak finally hit my town. I was writing a new script for a movie, I got bored, and turned on the TV to get some ideas. The news was on. The newscasters were talking about a 7-11 being robbed and the thieves didn't get away in time to drive away. By the time the thieves were leaving, one of them ran in front of a squad car and died instantly. The others ran back inside. It was a shoot-out between the police and the thieves. In the middle of the shoot-out, no one noticed that the "dead" thief started to twitch. He got up and ran toward a cop and ate his throat. Leaving a gaping hole in his neck. Several of the policeman began to freak out. They were trying their best to bring down the bastard that killed their friend and partner. They finally shot him in the head ending the life of the definitely dead thief but now before he killed two more people.

This, unfortunately, was only the first recorded attack. More than twenty attacks had already happened minutes before the first thief died.