Day 1

I saw so many people die today, there’s blood all over the streets. I’m crying, it’s hard to even write this. I’m so scared. I never thought I’d say this but…please pray for the world, including yourself. Is this even fucking real? Zombies. I really hope this is just some sick joke and everything goes

Day 2

Well, things didn’t go back to normal…this sick joke is permanent it seems. The zompocalypse is here and hit the US last night like a bug on a windshield. Happy Freaking Halloween. But I finally left my apartment! Okay fine, I only looked out the door, but to an recluse like me, that’s progress. I

Day 3

My neighbor didn’t answer the door. I guess he’s not home. I got curious, so I ended up knocking on others…I’m alone on the 11th floor, you guys. Not one person answered their door. Granted, I wasn’t super loud or anything, but I know they could’ve heard me. I even tried to say it was

Day 4

Today was insane. I made a new friend… He’s a zombie. I know, I know…he can’t possibly be my friend. But I swear we talked for a good few minutes, at least it seemed like he was responding to me. I broke into my neighbor’s apartment, 1108, after already breaking into 5 others on my