Day 1 of ?

Day 1: I’m not sure how much time I have to write this. I’ve figured out, through almost a comedy of errors, that most of them are attracted to the light. Note to self, huge bonfires still attract attention, even with the ‘undead’. With what little butane my lighter has left, and seeking refuge in the nearest building, I’m writing what I hope will be a series of diary entries. Rather than one lone note lost in a world of braindead flesh-eaters. The smell of urine from the terrified dogs in their kennels overcomes my senses and it takes me a second to stifle myself from vomiting. That odor, accompanied by the thought that these dogs, while still safe, are locked inside these cages to endure the horror that will eventually be their death leave me with nothing but disdain for what has become of this world, even pre-zombie apocalypse. The conflict inside me arises; let them out to their imminent death, or leave them be to what is assuredly a slow death. As I survey the cages, the animals around me in this tiny dog pound, still somewhat untouched by the chaos outside, I begin to even question my own sanity. Is this real? Could I have possibly have seen that? The images flash in my head like a bad montage on a soap opera. My brother, feasting on the flesh of a complete stranger. The brain matter on the floor from my father indulging on what was once my mother’s head. No one thought it would happen. Movies and video games were a shallow attempt to mock the reality of these creatures. Do not underestimate the power of and sheer strength of these seemingly inept beings. Oh shit! I think I’ve been discovered. Time to move. Hopefully day 2 will come…but for now I have to move. Over and out.