Day 1

As of six hours ago, the world's air didn't smell of flesh.

My situation is both an extremely lucky one, and simultaneously the least fortunate.

In my profession as a janitor, I work alone for perhaps forty-five minutes at a time. I was in the small building I clean when I heard something thumping on the front window. If I thought I was startled at first, that didn't even compare to the scare I got when I was a few inches from the undead. 

I promptly reinforced the entries. And I was also sure to clock out, not that it matters. 

I just have custodial equipment to defend myself. Fun.

Update: The phone lines went down a few hours ago. Better prepare for a long night.

-AK