Lately, we’ve been coming across more dead survivors- immunes like us, killed by the infected or worse. Lots of them have journals on them, writing about their experiences. I’ve started to read them, to maybe get an insight on all this that’s been going on for the last few months. This is the latest one we found…
Twentieth of October, sunset:
Ew. Ew, ew, ew. This is by the far the most disgusting thing I’ve seen in this whole apocalypse. People have been… nibbling on each other. These zombies, contrary to the films I’ve seen, don’t seem interested in eating brains, but they’ve chewed on flesh a few times. Everyone’s totally filthy of course, blood all over, generally disgusting and unhygienic. If we don’t get torn apart by them, we’ll probably all get some nasty disease from all this stuff. Dying of the flu would be pretty depressing with zombies all around…
But back to what happened today- one of them VOMITED on Ted! Just threw up all over him. It was awful, green goop that stuck to him. And the worst part was that it drew them in! A giant hoard of them came out every nook and cranny and totally ignored us, but ripped Ted to pieces. He’s dead. All because of that disgusting fat BLOB that threw up on him. Next one of them I see I’m going to clench its mouth shut and blow its brains out.
Twenty first of October, late morning
Okay. Maybe I won’t. Oh god, I… I definitely won’t. One of those fat monsters got near Paul today, and he shot it, and it.. it BURST all over him. Bile everywhere, and just like with Ted the hoard came for him. It was awful. I swear to God, though, I’ll never let that happen to me. If one of those things gets vomit on me, I’ll blow my own brains out.
The body we found this one on had a bullet hole through the head. I guess she kept her word… It’s awful what people will do in this sort of situation…
..still, remember why we read these, Zoey. Information. Can’t be caught off guard. Big one, fat blob, don’t get vomited on and don’t be near by when you shoot it. Attracts them all together. Gotta… remember to tell Bill…
…if they get me, what will people think when they read this diary..?
