Is Any Body There?

Can I ask you a question. How long can a human go without human contact? 2 weeks, 2 months, 2 years? Already I have begun to exhibit symptoms of well, minor levels of schizophrenia, the occasional fleeting unintelligible whisper, a familiar voice echoing on a turned off radio. I managed to get the camera I talked to you about, but it was close. Took me this long to get the bugger. I haven't got a pet, I haven't even seen another human being, let alone had a decent conversation where I can actually hear a voice.

I've read the book I am legend. Though ideally it doesn't give as much hope, the man had a dog for fucks sake, my dog died at my infected brothers hands. I still don't sleep as well as I should, I remember when I first exhibited the first chilling symptoms. I was at home, the radio was off and I heard a knocking. Upon lowering through the radio set, which I had been listening music, it whispered chillingly to me, a word which had left me immobilized with a fear I cannot explain.

"Raspy" The voice rasped through the speakers, now how am I supposed to deal with that, currently I have the news on a constant repeat mostly of positive information. Soccer, rugby, cricket, hell even fighting and Jackie Chan movies. Still, it scares me enough. Yesterday I went through a nearby house, turned out it had a hanging resident. Some zombies love to as I've learned to call it, "Play dead." Does take much to wake em up, but damn it gets you every time.

I was scavenging food, upon moving into the kitchen, was where I saw the corpse. Hanging from a large piece of robe over an internal stairwell like a pin yata. Darkened skin from decomposition, still and unmoving. That was when the symptoms played a trick on me, making a humanoid voice asking for help. Cautiously out of reach, and accidentally I broke glass upon the hard timber floor and jerkily like a puppet the milky whites snapped awake and with a strangled quiet rasp the thing wobbled on the tight string. Arms moving stiffly, jittery like a puppet with stiff joints. After using a sharpened knife to cut the ligaments to the arm muscles, rendering it useless I was able to spear the figure through the upper mouth and into the brain.

The cameras charging at the moment, I just hope I can get in touch with someone. I applied to join a survival network, sanity running low at the moment. Maybe if I get someone to talk to, this could go away. Any ideas as to how to cope with voices, things that leave your heart in your chest, eyes wide and unable to sleep for fear that something could break in or in the dark a distant moan snaps your eyes open. Recently I had figured that night time i should stay awake, while reducing the light going through the windows as to not draw attention. But also, day time to sleep around mid day to afternoon. Or late evening.

Anyone to talk to would be fantastic

Regards.

Now I have to fix the hydroxy gas system again....