• Tuesday, December 07, 2010
    Today was like any other day; I woke up, got dressed and went to school. Same thing everyday, well except that as I watched the news they mentioned that a virus was going around. So I though “well, I don’t get sick easy so I’ll just take some meds and go to school” yeah, big mistake. I arrived at school a few minutes later and I noticed that some of the students weren’t there. Probably because of that weird virus. The news lady said that it caused bleeding from the eyes and ears and extreme aggression. Needless to say I was a little worried. I made my way to class and noticed some kids were bleeding. In fact two kids got into a fight and the campus cop had to taze one. The other one attacked the officer, that kid bit the crap out of him! They rushed the officer to the E.R…. I hope.
    Later at lunch someone tried to fight me, the guy looked crazy! I think he had that virus. Then guess what, the psycho BIT ME! I went to the nurse and she patched me up, but I think it’s getting infected. It really hurts and the skin is getting funky. I also feel really angry for some reason. Probably still pissed at that guy.



    Saturday, December 4th, 2010

    I woke in the middle of the night puking my guts out and with a terrible headache. Mom got really worried so I’m in the hospital now. The noises in this place are horrible, gagging and retching is heard all over. Some guys in hazmat suits are taking people away; I think they are from a group called C.E.D.A. I’m gonna get some sleep, I feel really bad

    Sunday, December 5th, 2010

    There’s even more people being taken from here. My wound is getting even worse. The doctor’s have seen it before but can’t seem to fix it. My skin keeps getting these weird bumps and is turning grey. Mom is getting really scared about what’s happening. She said it’s the end of the world but I don’t think it is, it’s just a pandemic. Well, it’s time for my treatment. Bye.

    Monday, December 6th, 2010

    The doctors are letting me leave the hospital! But I’m getting moved to a quarantine zone for further examinations. The only clothes I have are the ones I wore when I got sent here. But they have blood and stuff on them. Meh, I can wash them. Besides it’s kinda hard to find a clean hoodie in a quarantine zone!







    Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

    Man this place sucks!! I can’t see my parents or my friends, the government is here and is taking people they call “carriers” to a different place. I got passed up on that, I guess I am infected… my arm doesn’t hurt anymore, but it’s all grey and turning a reddish color. I haven’t been able to cut my nails in a few days so their kinda long. I did manage to snag some duct-tape so that’s cool I guess. I talked to a guy who was my roommate in the hospital and he said that they were gonna kill us! God I hope not!


    Wednesday, December 8th, 2010

    Man! Someone stole my duct-tape!!! Ugh, I’ll get it back I just got finished taping up some holes in my hoodie and jeans. I’m gonna try and escape. I did a little digging and found out that my group was the next to be executed! I’m not taking anyone with me. They’d just slow me down. The quarantine zone ran out of food the other day and everyone is looking a little hungry. Some have even resorted to cannibalism. That was scary….. I found that I can jump higher. I can reach about 4 feet off the ground now. So I’ll use this to my advantage.


    Thursday, December 9th, 2010

    My throat has been really sore lately; when I try and talk it’s really hard to understand me. Other people here (can I still call them people?) have been changing as well. This one guy grew tumors on his face and his tongue is starting to get larger too. And it looks like he has some kinda smoke coming out of him. I saw a really cute girl about my age just sitting in a corner crying. I felt bad for her because she was sitting there in her underwear, at first I though someone raped her, but then I saw her hands. Her fingers are like knives, real long and sharp looking. My vision is starting to get really strange. Everything is this weird shade of orange and I can smell things I couldn’t before, like the scent of fear…I like that smell…

    Friday, December 10th, 2010

    I made my escape last night. I’m finally free… well, sorta. I can’t feel my heartbeat anymore, and I don’t feel pain either. But the funny thing is, I’m not scared anymore!
    All I am is just hungry. But the light hurts my eyes now so I started wearing my hood up. It helps a little, but it’s been tough going recently. I found a place to hide during the night. I keep finding these rooms with big red doors on them. They look really safe. Some have food and others have guns in them. I haven’t had to use a gun yet. All the other infected just ignore me while they shamble around or fight. God I am so hungry. Cooked food does nothing but make me sick, I need raw, fresh and bloody meat. Mmmmm, just thinking about it makes me salivate.



    Saturday, December 11th, 2010

    I saw a survivor on the street today. Shooting my brethren! That made me so mad!!!! I jumped from the roof and landed on him. In my blood fury I clawed him to pieces and killed him…the scent of his blood was so enticing….I took a bite…and another….OH GOD!!! I WAS EATING ANOTHER PERSON!!!! BUT I JUST COULDENT STOP MYSELF!! I needed this…..he was dead, I killed him. He was food now. My food. Oh God……………


    Sunday, December 12th, 2010

    I am still disturbed by the fact that I ate some guy. But it was either him or me. My skin has changed entirely. It’s now a reddish color and really bumpy. Since my last entry I have killed two more people. A man and a woman. I jumped on the man first and his lady friend shot me with her pistol. That made me really mad. I killed the man and went after her. It didn’t last long. I ate again but I’m used to it now. I really have become a monster. But I’m not like the others. No, not in the least. They are mindless killing machines; I still have some of my human side left. This is why I can write. I saw the girl from the quarantine zone today. She was still crying and still in her bra and panties (no clue why) but she was pale, as white as snow with platinum blond hair. Her eyes glowed with a soft yellow light. It was an unearthly beauty. The next thing I saw was crazy! This guy looked like the hulk on steroids! Big and angry. His arms were as big as tree trunks! He saw a few survivors and chucked a CAR at them! I feel sorry for the guy who got hit by that thing. It totally splattered him; the common infected cleaned that mess up…


    Monday, December 13th, 2010

    The days and nights are starting to blur together… I still can’t speak; all I make is this horrible screeching sound. Like a really dry-throated scream. I saw my old roommate again…. He didn’t look so good. He got fat. No really he got REALLY FAT!! He has tumors on his face neck and stomach. He made this weird gurgling vomit-like sound. It was really nasty. But it gets worse, he saw a small group of survivors and PUKED on them. All the smaller infected mobbed them, normally I would be mortified, but last I checked I’m a cannibalistic monster. So I didn’t care. I made a kill today. I picked off a straggler from my roommate’s attack. Poor guy was all tore up, I took care of him easily.










    Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

    I can barely hold a pencil anymore. Writing has been the only thing that made me feel human. And I’m loosing it. Will I never write in this journal again? I’m going to keep it up as long as I can. Today I saw something stranger that what I have seen. This guy was clearly infected… or just really ugly I don’t know. He was all hunched over and laughing like crazy. The one thing that creeped me out more that his laugh of his ripped up mouth was his teal shorts… not sure why that creeped me out but hey, I’ve seen worse.


    Wednesday, December 15th, 2010

    I’ve worked on my handwriting more. I’ll be able to keep writing so, yay!
    Now remember when I said that the laughing guy was the worse thing I have seen? I have one to top that. This chick was dressed like a cheap hooker. You know pigtails, pumps, low cut shirt, thong, and Capri pants? Yeah normally she’d probably turned a few heads. But she spits acid! Her face around her mouth is all red and partially dissolved, her neck is extremely long and her jaw is broken I think. Where ever she went she left a trail of acidic spit. Stuff was so nasty man. I even thought that the crazy guy looked better than her! I’d like to see the crying girl again; she was pretty… for a monster.

    Thursday, December 16th, 2010

    Geez!!! I thought the acid girl was bad but this just takes the cake!! You remember the fat guy right? Well looks like he has a sister. She was just as fat as he was but twice as nasty. Big tumors on her arms and legs, and a higher pitched version of the vomit- gargle. Things that make you go “buhuhuh” well, I got to seethe crying girl again. Sill just as pretty as before. Still crying like before, but she was walking around so that was ok I guess. I tried to talk to her (yeah I know I can’t talk anymore) and she seemed to like me (trying) to talk to her. So even though I’m a monster I still have a way with the ladies.



    Friday, December 17th, 2010

    Last night the crying girl followed me back to one of the safe room places I found. Turns out she can write too! We had a really good conversation that night. Then things got really fun. We spent the rest of the night cuddled up together just enjoying the feel of each other. For the first time since I found out I could still write I felt human again. Like I had never gotten infected, the crying girls name was Haley. Such a beautiful name for a really cute girl… We decided that we’d travel together. I think she may really like me. I’m starting to like her a lot.

    Saturday, December 18th, 2010

    Since we met she hasn’t cried at all! She’s really sweet, I think I’m falling in love (are monsters allowed to love?) but today we had a problem. This deformed overall wearing hillbilly tried to take Haley away from me! He grabbed her with his huge right arm, and I mean huge! It was bigger than I was! So he grabbed her and tried to run off with her, so I jumped and landed on him hard. I tore him to shreds, all that was left was a big puddle of blood and some denim scraps. Haley was fine, just a little bruised up. And guess what, she kissed me. I felt like none of this had happened. Like I was human and back at home. I fell in love.


    Sunday, December 19th, 2010

    Haley and I found a place to rest for a while. I made another kill and we ate. So we’re both full and happy, for the time being. She has been telling me a lot about her past before the infection hit. She went to my school and had always admired me. She was just really shy and couldn’t tell me how she felt. I liked her a lot too, I saw her everyday at school and we never really talked. But now we were inseparable. I loved every minute of it.




    Monday, December 20th, 2010

    Sadly Haley and I weren’t meant to be. While w were traveling that really big infected attacked us for some reason. All I remember was a loud roar and then…. Haley was gone. She was just gone, I must have gotten knocked out and the big one took her. I’m going to miss her. But here I am almost on the verge of tears (I can still cry but their tears of blood, go figure) I tried searching for her but…. No luck. She will be remembered.

    Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

    I’m sill traveling, but I’m not sure where I’m going. I guess I should explain where I am. I’m in Texas, my home state before I got infected. It’s really nice here, but since its December it’s really cold. So it’s slow going, thing is though. The weather is weird in Texas, on minute the wind is strong, the next it’s raining. I’m going to New Orleans. I read some graffiti that said the army was evacuating people. So, there might be a chance of a cure. Plus I’ve been wanting to travel for a while. Wander lust is what they called it. So I’m gonna make a kill if I can and then bed down for the night. I don’t really sleep, I just wait for the sun to come back up.

    Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010

    I’m on the coast now, the gulf breeze is so refreshing. Makes me think of my favorite pre-infection food. SEAFOOD!!! I wish I could eat some now, but it’d probably make me sick. I found more graffiti. It seems that I’m going in the right direction. I haven’t seen any other infected here so it’s really quiet. I like it, just me, the sun, the wind and the earth. But the one problem that I am having is the lack of food. I caught a rabbit earlier… but it just wasn’t the same. I’m going to walk al night tonight, so I may make it to Louisiana by morning.





    Thursday, December 23rd, 2010

    Sure enough, I made it to Louisiana. I think I’m around Lafayette or somewhere. I don’t have a map so it’s tough getting around. I’m currently inside an old bar. I tried drinking a beer, that was a bad idea. I got it open ok, but I took one swig and the inside of my mouth burned like crazy. I had a beer once before I got infected, it was ok but it didn’t burn then. I looked inside my mouth afterwards. It looked fine. I got scared for nothing. I did happen to find an old jukebox in the pool room. It played a few of my favorite songs. Enter sandman, snow, and I saw in amazement the Midnight Riders!!!
    Seeing that reminded me that thing will be ok.

    Friday, December 24th, 2010

    I haven’t been feeling so good today. It’s getting harder and harder to remember who I am… my appetite has been insatiable recently. I must be tuning completely now. I think that this may be one of my last entries… I’ve looked back on my life before and after the infection hit. I had a really good life. Lots of friends, a family that loved me. Anything I could have wanted or needed. But I was an ungrateful little p***k. After I got infected things haven’t been the greatest. Sure I’m more athletic now, but I’m a cannibal… a monster. Though here has been good and bad, it was still a sweet ride. I fell in love, I lost that love, I got to travel, return to Louisiana like I had always wanted. I wonder how my family is. Did they survive the infection? Are they ok? Are they thinking of me? I miss them dearly. So to whoever finds this diary. Keep your wits about you, and try to keep safe. I’ve seen and done horrible things because of this virus. If you still have family, tell them how much they mean to you… you’ll regret it if you don’t. I know I do. And if you were like me, still a little human, I know of your plight and your curse. One day, we may meet again….I DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT……GOOD BYE…