The Un-dead Journals

Entry 1, 5/5/2012

It has been a while since the first sign of the virus. The world is in complete chaos. I have heard of riots in the US and across the globe. It’s a frightening thing to think about. Some people say that government officials have fled, leaving people behind to fend for themselves. I wasn’t surprised to hear that. The government has always fucked us in hard times. What would an infection mean anything different? There are many other survivors out there. I have run into many of them a few times seeking shelter and supplies. None really seem too hostile. I haven’t gotten too many ass holes trying to raid my shelter completely. Then again, it is in a completely private area. Not even the infected have been seen. It makes me feel safe. For now at least...

I don’t many reasons why this infection has happened. I have come across the thoughts of scientific mutation in animals or scientific experiments. Or maybe the government needed to die the population down a bit. Whatever it is, it is really dangerous. People have gotten it from food they have eaten which leads me to believe that many food items are un-eatable. And that scares me even more. The thought of becoming an infected scares the living shit out of me. I don’t think anybody wants to go through it. I have had a few family relatives and close friends become infected. I never had the heart to put them out of their misery.  Others however I had no problem. But it has been a while since my last encounter with an infected. I have been studying them really, trying to get anything on them that might help me in the long run.

A lot of the infected seem to mutate, giving them interesting abilities. Running for one, and climbing ladders. I do not know if they could already do that, but when I saw it, I freaked out. They seem to get smart. A smart zombie is a dangerous zombie. I'm telling you.