Day Four

6:30am?      

I can see the sunrise from my hiding spot of an old brick house. I ran for what I assume was four hours with minimal breaks in between, but an oncoming horde forced me into this house. Thankfully, I went unnoticed, but the moans and the groans of the zombies as they shambled past made me wonder if I’d made a mistake. I can’t put a time on this that’s accurate, so take my time with a grain of salt. I no longer have a working clock to look at since the last battery on my phone died while I was running. I think I’ve taken a long enough break; the horde has passed, and I don’t want a straggler to stumble in here and find my hiding spot. It wouldn’t be good if they did.

 

Noon-ish?

          I found a high rooftop that has a large enough ledge to keep me from being noticed. There was an old ratty tent up here from what looks like a survivor who left to find food or other supplies but never returned. That seems to be the case a lot of the time, leave to find supplies, and never make it back. The rooftop has an access hatch to the gas station down below and inside I can see a couple zombies shambling about. I wonder if it’s worth scavenging this place to look for something to repair this tent with. I’m sure there must be unopened shop towels or something I can use on the shelves, we’re only ten days into whatever this is so I’m sure not everywhere is looted yet.

 

Around 4pm

          When I climbed down into the gas station the first thing that I noticed was that most supplies were gone. Thankfully, or not however you want to look at it, I noticed the dead body of a survivor that had once been turned lying dead on the ground. Probably the same one that used to occupy the tent above. Anyway, he was wearing a backpack, and inside I found most of the supplies that I assume came from the shelves. Inside were also some old clothing that looked like he’d grabbed it whenever he ran from home, they were in great shape, but they were good enough for me to be able to patch up the holes in the tent using some kind of emergency sewing kit that was in the smallest part of the backpack. I never sewed before so it wasn’t good, but it would keep the rain out for now. I’m going to try to sleep now.

 

9-ishpm

          I was asleep when the sound of thundering footsteps approaching woke me. I knew that sound from my second day when one of them almost found me. Most people call those things Jugs for Juggernaut, I call them tanks, while some others call them freaks. They’re the heavily mutated monsters that can break almost any defense down and tear apart a survivor in an instant. They’re also usually followed by a horde of some kind that can and sometimes do include some of the other freaks. You’d be surprised what something like the virus that caused all this can do to a human body. I’m not going back to sleep now, so I’m just going to keep a lookout and maybe survey for some supplies I can gather when they pass.