I thought I should better record this somewhere, and better on the internet than a bloodstained journal lying beside my crippled corpse for the next eternity so at least someone with an intact brain will be able to acess it.
Wacky shit's going on. Yesterday, there was nobody outside. NOBODY. Like the whole country was a ghost. People answered phone lines with nervous voices, like they were trying to pretend everything was fine.
And today, when I woke up, there were corpses littering the street. Proper injuries, like spilled guts, not some kind of mass poisoning or virus. The doors are locked and the windows sealed. We have no guns, just tools.
I have a wooden toy sword that hurts like a bitch and I'm not letting go of it until we know we're safe. And judging by the circumstances according to some of my friends over the phone, I don't think we are.
There have been more than a few broadcasts and announcements on the topic of Swine Flu recently. I thought it was pretty funny, to be honest. I guess it's finally starting to take effect.
People are... different, not zombie different, but their symptoms more than qualify for that title. Maybe it flourishes in this cold and wet climate, for whatever reason, but people's limbs are missing and it doesn't look like they were taken off.
It's hard to access intelligent life outside my family. The only one of the swine flu victims we've seen so far is still sitting outside our front window, banging on it. He looks tired, middle-aged and he doesn't have any skin on his chest.
The more he bangs the more I prepare to decapitate him.
Best of luck for the zombie apocalypse,
Cheeso