First Entry

I don't even know what the fuck is going on anymore. We were safe. SAFE, damn it. Now everything's gone to hell. The town is infected, possibly overrun. I don't know yet. I haven't left the attic for a couple of days, but I've been hearing the screams... and the moans.
I might possibly be the only survivor in town, but like I said, I'm not sure yet. My family is dead. I put them down in the basement and barricaded the door. I can't stand the thought of seeing them, even less the thought of having to "take them out." I doubt I would even be able to. My little brother... Oh God
I don't really know all of what happened. I had never paid much attention to the news. The internet was for reading, games, Facebook, all of that crap. The news, besides the weather, wasn't of much consequence to me. I didn't care much when people started talking about the SupeFlu. I mean, I had swine flu a couple of years back. It sucked, and I was bedridden for like a week, but it wasn't the worst I'd ever been sick. My immune system was good, so I wasn't worried.
Nah, it was the reports of the dead coming back to life that was concerning.
When the reports of Zs--I can't even bring myself to write the word right now--reached our town, somehow everyone banded together and we quickly closed Gibbon off from the rest of the world. I don't even know HOW the fuck we did it. The power got shut off, but it wasn't a big deal. We didn't have a grocery store, but just before they closed the gates, a few people went to the next town over to raid the place. As far as towns go, we did fantastically. It started to look like we could live like we did before, with the exception of going to school or work, or the idea of leaving town. For four solid years, we were doing good.
That's probably what fucked us over.
Jack and a couple of other guys. Fucking teenage boys. So goddamn stupid. I don't even know HOW the fuck they--WHO THE HELL WOULD EVEN
Fuck.
Jack and a couple of other guys decided that the Zs weren't a real threat. They were bored. Fucking idiots. They thought it was a vast conspiracy or something like that. I don't know. I'm not going to rationalize their stupidity. Long story short, Taylor got bit, turned before he died. Like something out of 28 Days Later, he ran around and infected the whole damn place. Someone tried to open the gates to get out. Instead, it let others in. That was about a week ago, I think. The town is probably overrun. Mom, Gerald, Carl. All dea

Sorry. I had to stop. I can't handle that right now. Not even going to try to.
It's getting harder to see what I'm writing, and I don't want to screw up my eyes even worse than they already are. I'll write more later, when the sun comes back up. For now, I'm going to try and get some sleep.