Day One

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.