Day One

I’ve decided to start journaling about my daily experiences. The doctor at my enclave said it would help me sleep better if I did, what would help me sleep better was not having the constant banging of mutant freaks in my ear. Alas, this is the way that life works now. It’s only been three days since the world officially became a ghost town, mostly dead wandering at night, it took a while to become adjusted to the sounds of gunfire and screaming, but somehow, I did.

While fleeing from my neighbor’s teeth after another mutant had bitten him, I had found the abandoned restaurant we now called our home. It was soon after that other people came here to find refuge as well. The first two days had been great, plenty of leftover food and water and with the power still on we were able to do most things we needed to. Morale was good, our spirits were high, then we heard the sound of the small power plant up north explode, it wiped out two neighborhoods with it, the perfect ground for more zombies to make their way from other cities. That was when the banging first started.

Now on day three of surviving, we realize that one of our comrades took a load of food and ditched us. We heard his screams soon after. We saw his shambling bloody body an hour after that. I wish I could say that I felt sorry for him and put him out of his misery, but I think he deserved what happened. He tried to leave us to die. Now we must decide who’s going to recover the food that he took since we’re starting to run low. A retired army general that we refer to as Sam, probably not his real name, said that by day six we’ll have to send out people to start foraging for supplies. A local hunter, Mark, said he would go out first since he knew the area. I knew the area too, but none of them need to know that. I wouldn’t last a day outside with the zombies, this wasn’t like the video games, no, this was scarier and I’m not sure how long our barricades will hold up.

God, I’m so hungry, but fights in the kitchen make me not want to leave my bunk.

Our numbers have officially lost the first one.

How many more to come?

How many?