"Now that we've got that taken care of, let's move to the next item on our agenda- Agricultural Budget." The meeting gets even more boring as the Director of Agriculture drones on about why he needs so many seeds, but she doesn't show it on her face. Were any of the other Directors in the Advisory Board to look directly at her, they would find only impassivity. She's here to be unseen and unheard, and she's very, very good at it. A measly little personal assistant, chosen because she's pretty and the CEO needed something to look at during those long days at the office without his wife. A nobody.

     That's just how she likes it. Not even the CEO knows how key she is to the entire company; if he did, he would probably attempt to remember her name. This week, it's Amelia, which is not even close. That's okay, though. If he can't remember her name, he can't look her up in the employee directory.

   It's amazing how much you can get away with when the CEO hates looking at the papers you hand him before he signs them. She's had five raises since she started working here two years ago, and she's only been his PA for 3 months. Truly, he doesn't know how much power he hands over. More and more, she's gaining responsibilities that should be his, but that he's happy to shove off on her because she's just a pretty face.

    As if. He knows the company's doing better than ever, but he doesn't know why; doesn't know that she's been putting forth the proposals in other's names, doesn't even know that he's signed off on dozens of others of low priority that put together almost double the productivity. Doesn't know how he's somehow come up with the funds to buy a half-dozen companies.

    The fool. Doesn't know true power when it's staring him in the face. If he actually took the reins of the company as it is now, used his power and leverage to its full potential, he could be nearly as productive as she currently is behind the scenes. She didn't fully realize the sheer amount of untapped potential when she began to work here, figured she would lay the groundwork and then make the stocks plummet, forcing them to accept her offer to buy the company in order to not grow bankrupt. Corporate espionage, you see. She's the owner and CEO of the most powerful company in the country, and this idiot and his company is the only thing standing in her way of ruling the country.     The guy didn't even recognize her, even though her face is on a billboard right outside his window. She hasn't this much fun in years, since her company has such a strong, well-laid foundation to build upon. She may even stick around for a little while longer than planned, really get a hold on this company before she fakes its impending doom.

I'm alone. It's all I can think as I hide in this corner. I was lucky to have time to grab my bag as I ran for my life; I can see this diary saving it. There's no one out here, no one around but me and the zombies.

Yeah, I said it- zombies. I don't know who may be reading this- no one, if I'm right and I am the only one left- but you will have noticed by the time of reading, I'm sure, that there are some zombies around. Just a few, don't worry. I'm sure they won't eat and/or turn you like they did everyone else. Like they did me, since you're reading this.

I haven't seen anyone since this morning, when it all started. When I settled down on my bed with my laptop and a mug of coffee to get some college work done. My mom poked her head in before she left for work, and that's the last I've seen of anyone alive.

It's amazing what headphones can drown out.

I know I'm alone because I saw the carnage when I sprinted out the backdoor. Bodies everywhere, torn open and bloody. It all smelled so bad. In the TV shows the zombies are partially decomposed because they were dead first, but the recently dead don't look any different from the living. I thought it was rioters or something breaking down my front door. At least, until I saw the blood coming from their mouths and all over their hands. I didn't really know what to think after that.I have to go. I can hear them coming. If you find this book and there's nothing else written from me, know this- I died on Day One of the zombie apocalypse, just like everyone else. Everyone, that is, except for you.