By: Richard Zhao
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I got the bright idea to write in a journal today after the general feeling of my mortality caught up to me. Of course, there’s really no reason not to, considering the amount of time I spend holed up in my house anyway. The outside world has gone to hell already, and I highly doubt that the shambling corpses outside are a prank.
At least my phone is still alive. Would be so much nicer if I had a signal though.
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Made it to a week! I’ve resorted to drinking the leftover water from the toilet after my main supply ran out. I’m going to have to leave my house soon if this keeps up. You really have to wonder if anyone else made it out or if they are all still holed up in their house like me. Is there anyone else left in the town? At least I have the infected outside to keep me company.
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Today’s the first time I let one of those things get remotely close to me, and man, you will never forget the smell. Nailed the thing with a brick though, then I pulled a brave tactical retreat. I pulled out my phone to take a picture, but it was had finally run out of power. Did the little walk of shame back to my house–. Emptyhanded. I wonder where all the other infected gathered, since I only saw one on the round. Some poor schmuck…
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Barely made it out of the last one. Ran out of food, so I decided to hit the market. So, turns out EVERYONE had the bright idea of going to a Walmart the second the apocalypse hit. That place was crawling with infected, and some of them were running pretty darn fast for something with grey, squishy skin. I lost them in a school though. I swear, the person who built this place designed it for the purpose of making children late to class. Not that I’m complaining right now though.
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I made it out! I found the gym room and got one of those gnarly metal baseball bats, along with some footballs. Turns out, the shamblers don’t see very well, so I distracted them with the sound of me chucking a football into a second story window.
Some guy left their car keys on the floor, which would have been nice had I not done what some could call “a major whoopsie.” I pressed the panic button to find the car. At least the hundreds of rabid cadavers running over had a good time.
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Thank god McDonald’s loads their burgers with preservatives. It’s the first time in a while I’ve felt full. Not surprisingly, the ice cream machine still doesn’t work, which is a real shame since the ice cream isn’t overpriced to the high heavens now. There’s plenty of food here though, so I might stay for a while. I found their old menus and papers, so I could cover up the windows and doors too.
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One mistake. That’s all it took. I left a crack in one of the windows, and those things spotted me through it. I woke up to a horde of them leaning on the windows. I suppose they got everyone else too, considering that it seems the entire town is outside this small little fast-food building. Doesn’t seem like the glass doors are going to hold for long either. I can hear the door creaking louder and louder. Farewell, cruel world!