November 21st, 1999

I don't even know what all has been going on these past few days. The news reports have all been pouring in, people missing, horrific police murders and even families eating each other! I don't understand any of it. I write this in my bedroom by candle light. The moans... Oh god the moans... They won't stop. They beckon me. Slowly drive me towards insanity. I don't want to, but the inevitability that I might join their ranks is growing with each passing minute. My food is running low and my stomach is aching so much with hunger now. I'm trying to ration things, but my wound is getting worse. I don't know what is going to happen to me and I don't want to think about it. My wife, Susan and my daughter Lucy are at the door, pounding...Moaning ... Bleeding. They don't know what they are and I don not think that they are even there anymore. They are replaced by the monsters hidden inside them. I have seen what the bites do to you. They make you crazy, cannibalistic and most of all, null to any pain. I can't feel my arm, the wound is great and so is the pain in my shoulder. My sight is growing ever dimmer, but I must share what has happened or else, this will be covered up. Take this entry, whoever you are and put it everywhere. The neighbors started it. Those blasted chemists finally came up with a cure for the common cold, but it had an unintended side effect. They had turned at their job and then were taken to the hospital where it all came from. They were climbing fences, breaking doors and eating people... The screams. My god, the screams were the worst of all. They didn't stop. They're still going as I write this. I wish I could tell more, but I'm out of paper. I'm sorry I couldn't help, Lucy, Susan. Please... Please forgive me.