Run! They came out of nowhere and I just did what came natural. I could hear the screams of Billy behind me. It’s kinda sick but it really is just like the old joke “I don’t have to run fast, I just have to run faster than you”.

Billy and I were stupid and went looking for food. We were holed up in that electronics store for 3 days before hunger beat the fear of them back far enough for us to venture outside. We found food alright but look where we are now, Billy is probably a god damed zombie by now and I’m running for my life trying like hell not to piss my pants. Again.

Guns. I need some fucking guns. I should have thought of it before but when the shit hits the fan and the world ends that should be the first thing you go find. You would think I would know better after watching all those apocalypse flicks.

How in the hell am I going to survive this? I’m starting to wish I hadn’t . . .