My story part 2

I have been having trouble getting my story written due to my many attempts to survive, but with so much going on it is all the more important that I get you caught up. Let's see I last left off where my girlfriend left the safety of our apt. and, well, the last thing I heard was her screams as she tried to get away. After she left I was still in shock sitting on the ground in front of the door. Eventually I fell asleep. when under a great deal of stress my body shuts down as a means to cope. Now I know what your thinking zombies are attacking outside and here I am sleeping in front of the door instead of zombie proofing the apt. Why am I not dead? Well the only answer I can give to that is, despite all that is happening I still feel that it was God looking over me. I should have been dead, but for reasons I'll explain later, the zombies didn't attack.
I woke up feeling like everything that had happened was just a bad nightmare. What had woke me was the constant sound of ding-dong* the alarm kept going off. I got up feeling groggy and hung over like I do most mornings. I looked around the apt. to find my girlfriend. She wasn't home. I went into the kitchen and made myself a pot of coffee. I rolled up a cigarette and checked my online games on my computer. After the coffee had finished I poured a cup and went to the front door and still I kept hearing the ding-dong* I opened the door. To my surprise I saw a mass of zombies up the steps in and out of my neighbors apt. there must have been at least twenty of them. some of them where my neighbors only they were ripped open the sight of them was horrorifying. Their blood was spilled all around it was obvious the terror that had occurred the night before. I quickly shut the door. I must have alerted some of them because within minutes there were at least five zombies at my front door and more followed. I started freaking out I didn't know what to do. I just froze in terror and figured if I were quiet they would just go away. More and more they came, this time they started to beat at the windows. The sounds of their moans became deafening. I thought hiding was no longer an option and there was no way I could fight that many zombies, my only option was to run, but I was frozen in fear I couldn't move. I started to try to think of a plan. ok I will run out the back door and run and keep on running, but where would I go? and I'm a smoker I couldn't run a full block if my life depended on it, and it did depend on it. More and more I fell apart. Until, ding-dong* the beating stopped their moans drifted away. I looked out of the peep hole of my door and watched as they all walked away. The alarm! Everytime someone passed by the sensor it would go off, and the alarm was near my neighbors apt. on the outside wall out of reach. It was noise that brought them to me, it was the noise that lead them away. That was what must have kept me alive throughout the night. It was time to get prepared.
I began to identify what were areas of the building that required my attention. Windows, but I thought how am I to barracade my windows without making noise? I didn't know, and besides what materials did I have to use? I realised that figuring this out was going to take a while so I moved on. Water. I checked to see if there was running water, but then I thought of course there is I made coffee didn't I? but what if the zombies were created by a virus like it has been shown on a lot of movies?, and the water was contaminated? Well if it were I'd be screwed or mabe by it being boiled in a coffee pot was enought to kill it. I would just have to wait and see. If it worked then I just found a reliable method of decontaminating my water. This also meant that the electricity still worked but what about the gas? I turned the dial on the stove and yep there was gas. I didn't know how long this would last so I knew I shouldn't depend on it and take full avantage of it while I had it. I tried the phone but there were no answers. Even 911 wasn't home. Each number I tried there were only unanswered rings which further proved that I was alone. I tried the internet next. I couldn't find any other survivors that believed me until I found lostzombies.com I used the info from the site and began work on my new anti-zombie base. Which I will get into more detail in my next blog.