The Journal

The following is from the remains of a journal found in a post outbreak zone, only portions relating to the outbreak have been entered. The residence the journal was found in was strongly fortified, but one of the entrances had shown signs of being forcibly torn down from the outside. Though there were no signs of the author of the journal within the residence, it is doubtful of his survival..

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Everyone thinks i'm crazy.. My friends mock me, my family criticizes me, but I know I'm right! I know that zombies are real, I know the government is hiding it from us..

A couple weeks ago I heard on the news that a family was mutilated and partially eaten by a group of people reportedly escaped from an asylum, and that the F.B.I. was investigating further into the case. I can spot a cover up no problem.. I immediately started barricading my home, i gathered supplies a long time ago, i've just been waiting.. I offered residence to everyone i know but nobody believes in the horror that is coming!


Day1
5/22/2003

It happened last night! They came in the middle of the night; I was woken up by my neighbors screaming.. it only lasted for a few minutes before they came to my door, but my barricades are holding.. for now. I’ve been sitting quietly for over 16 hours now, my watch shows that it’s 6:24pm right now..

9:34pm: I can hear them moving around outside my doors, looking for a way in, the incessant scraping and moaning is getting to my head, I forgot to get an update on my prescription; I need to distract myself from this insanity!

Day 2
5/23/2003

1:00pm: I’ve been working on my old radio, I had been telling myself for months I’d replace it, but I never got around to it.. Now I have no choice, but plenty of time, to work on it. The moaning and scrapping is still playing against me but I’ve been putting it out of my thoughts by working on the radio and organizing my supplies.

5:35pm: Apparently I’m a little handier with electronics than I thought, I finally got my radio to work, but I can’t get any signals right now, its all static except for a few short wave frequencies from some people in the area who must’ve saw it coming as well, they’re mainly acting hysterical and crying for help.

Day5
5/26/2003

2:30am: I found a reliable short wave signal on my radio, some FBI organization has quarantined the town, they say there’s been a radiation leak and they’re not letting anyone in, or any planes to fly over.. I can only imagine how many times the government has covered these kinds of things up before..

5:45am: Can’t sleep, should’ve stored some ear plugs, the undead never rests.. I’ve climbed onto my roof through the attic, there is nearly two dozen zombies around my house constantly clawing at my doors and windows.. I see my ex wife hobbling down the street, I always knew she was a cold hearted b**ch but it’s morbidly true now..

5:05pm: I’m still pretty tired but I managed to take a short nap before I heard some gun shots in the distance, I got excited and climbed onto the roof to see if rescue was coming.. it was just a family trying to get out of town.. didn’t go too well for them once they reached the pile up of abandoned cars.

Day6
5/27/2003

12:01am: I had an awful dream, I dreamt that my barricade wasn’t strong enough.. I saw them come into the room and I was forced to flee to my attic but I starved up there without my supplies.. I’m too tired to do anything right now but I’m thinking I’ll move my supplies to the attic in the morning.

6:30am: I couldn’t sleep much after that dream; I’ve been working on moving my supplies for the last 2 hours or so. I’ve been keeping an ear tuned into the radio on a frequency I know a family has been using, they’re not too hysterical anymore, they’ve been trying to come up with a plan. I have no way to contact them to be any help or apart of anything, but it’s nice to hear some live rational people for a change. The dead maintain their constant moans and scraping as they try to get in, and I’m not much for conversation with myself.

10:45am: I finally got everything stored in the attic, though all my barricades seem to be just fine, but there’s nothing wrong with being careful is there? It looks like it might rain outside.

Day7
5/28/2003

3:00pm: I misplaced this journal when I left it in the attic yesterday, I didn’t want to ruin it in the rain while I was washing. I’ve grown pretty attached to this thing, I almost had a panic attack, it’s funny how with all the s**t going on outside, I’m worried about my f***ing journal. The dead just wouldn’t understand; all they do is moan, what do they have to complain about? They have plenty of company all the time; I’m stuck in here by myself… I must be losing too much sleep, I’m going to go take a nap.

6:00pm: I woke up to a really strange sound, it was a strange cracking noise, at first I thought it was those things outside, I checked my barricades but they were fine as far I could see. I could’ve sworn someone just called my name from outside the door, but I know the zombies would be on them in a minute if someone was out there..

6:30pm: I checked from my roof to see if anyone was even near my house, let alone right outside, there was nobody within sight, well other than those loitering moaners outside my door. I almost forgot, today was my ex wife’s birthday.

Day8
5/29/2003

3:15am: I heard a helicopter fly overhead, my first impulse was to run onto the roof and try and flag them down, but I put the thought out of my head as soon as it made it’s existence, with the no fly zone in effect, its undoubtedly a military chopper and wouldn’t give me a second glance. They all know we’re here, but what are they waiting to do?

7:07am: My last source of company (the family on my radio) is gone.. I was listening to them chatter a bit about their plans when I heard someone screaming on their frequency and I heard some gun shots in the distance. It’s been over 3 hours since I’ve heard anything on my radio, or any distinct sounds of a struggle in the distance.. It’s just me and my friends outside these walls..

7:34pm: I heard that cracking sound again, this time it was louder, and I know I heard a voice this time… It’s coming from this damn journal.. I know it has to be my mind playing tricks on me, I’ve been off my medication for over a week now, I haven’t gotten s**t for sleep..

Day 12
6/02/2003

5:30am: It’s been several days since I’ve made any entries into this journal, I don’t trust myself. I know journals cannot speak, but the cracking sound and the voices haven’t returned since I last wrote in it.. I still keep it with me at all times, and it feels warm when I cradle it as I sleep, but I don’t trust my words within it.. I’ll try to recap what’s been happening within the last few days as quickly as possible, before the voice returns.. I know it will..

2 days ago I saw a deer walking down the road; it was noticeably shaken by the presence of the zombies everywhere, but the zombies paid relatively no attention to it unless it came within reach. A few would swipe at it but it would quickly dash away from them and they would give up and focus on my house again.

That night I heard a commotion in the street and I figured maybe someone else had actually survived so I went out on my roof to take a look again but it was that poor deer from earlier, one of those things had actually gotten a hold of it and brought it down. Surprisingly.. at least to me.. the only one who took any part in eating it was the one who brought it down. I’ve drawn a conclusion that zombies WILL eat any living creature, but they must prefer us over everything else. I also believe that whatever changes us once we’ve been bitten must only affect humans, the deer was relatively still intact, or at least in much better condition that most of friends outside, yet it never reanimated, its just as dead now as the moment that light in its eyes disappeared.

Yesterday was nothing special.

It’s now 6:07 am, I don’t know when I’ll write again, the cracking noise is back and more persistent. I’ll try to write as more develops or if I feel anything important must be taken note.. I cannot bare the noise.. The voice is no longer calling to me, its telling me to run.. I wish I had a more helpful delusion..

Day 19
6/09/2003

I don’t know what to believe anymore.. I know I’m having delusions, the voice I hear when I write in this journal is evidence of that.. but the cracking noise isn’t in my head… I have very strong oak doors, which I reinforced with support beams.. Everything gives way with time, and those damn things outside never rest, they’re always clawing and pounding on my doors.. I only see my barricade lasting for {this portion of text was illegible}

I knew I was no engineer, but I figured my barricade would last at least another week.. They didn’t bust through it immediately, but I knew it was coming down in just a few minutes, so I ran towards my attic as fast as possible, I was almost had the ladder up when one of those f***ing things grabbed my arm and bit me.. With all the adrenaline I barely noticed the severity of my wound, I was just glad I was able to pull away, and that it wasn’t my writing hand.. I’m missing my left thumb and first finger... I don’t know how long it takes before I’ll change, but I’m actually not that upset.. I’m fairly certain I won’t have to worry about this journal once I do.

I hope someone finds this journal, not only so the world can know the reality of the existence of zombies, but also it will give me hope that I wont still be carrying this d****d book with me even after death.

{The author attempted another journal entry later but the text was far too illegible and stained to give an accurate entry, the last entry was attempted on whats appears to be June 20, 2003. However, the author’s soul can rest easy in the knowledge that his journal was found alone in the attic of his home.}