When they hit I ran. I left my cat and my car and my friend. Luckily I had my computer in my backpack which I left right by the door or else I wouldn't even have that as i sit alone in my parent's cabin typing this. As they were coming in the back door and eating my roommate alive I grabbed my keys, found one shoe and ran out the front door. I don't know how I made it through all of them without a bite. Without a scratch. God, there were so many... I recognized my neighbor in the crowd that was gathered across the street. He had no left arm. He looked right at me as I ran out the door and for just one second I thought he was...human...still. He almost smiled. But now I know what it was, I've seen the look on so many 'people': hunger. They're always hungry. All of them. His leg was broken, I could see the bone sticking out below his knee, but it didn't matter to him, he walked on it anyway and sank a foot or two on his left side as he lumbered toward me. It made this sound. This crunching sound. I'll never forget that. Ever. A man with no left arm and bones sticking out of his body and blood covering his mouth just looking at me. Looking at me like I was a fucking steak! It still wakes me up in the middle of the night and it's been almost two years now... I think. Maybe three.
Sometimes I can't remember things. Like how I got this car that's parked out front. It's been dead for at least a year now. No gas. No battery. I took the axle off to make my generator. I burned the rubber for signal fires (no luck, obviously). I even took the back seat out to use for a chair in my look-out point. But I still love that car. I'm pretty sure it's my neighbor's from three houses down. I saw her driving it once, or at least I saw her driving a car that looked like this one. A fucking baby blue Pontiac Grand Prix. 1992 baby. Ha Ha. My savior. Even has a tape player. The best of the Eagles included at no extra charge. Never liked the Eagles very much, but now I fucking love em. In my opinion it doesn't get any better than listening to Hotel California while an entire city tears itself apart citizen by citizen and you're screaming as you're driving on the sidewalk trying to get out of the city and smashing into people or zombies or both. I need to sleep. I can't sleep. I keep seeing those people running out of buildings and houses as I'm driving on 7th East trying to get to the freeway. They won't get out of the fucking way! I can't tell whose...turned and who hasn't. They're all covered in blood. There's a child eating a dog. Fuck! And of course I keep seeing him. Lynn, my neighbor, with his white white bone sticking out of his leg and his teeth never looked so sharp...
I think I hear something outside.
it wassn't anytingg
I should sleep. but i caaan't sleep. anymore. maybe I should save this before my generator turns off. I only set the kitchen timer for 45 minutes. I still can't believe the internet's up after all the world has gone to shit... kinda funny really.