They Came.

Whoever is reading this now,

I am probably dead. The dead have risen from the grave and they are after us. There is no way to stop them, the movies were wrong. The dead can not die, the only way to survive is to dismember them so much they can no longer bite or claw. We all had plans for this kind of thing, fun discussions about what we would do but no one really thought this would happen. We don't even know how, or why this is happening. People are screaming outside while they fight off the shambling remains of people they used to know. They bang on my door, trying to get help but I'm not letting them in. The newly dead are the worst, they can still talk and scream. There is no hope for us, its been hours and no one has come to save us. People bang on my door but God help me I won't get infected. I have to help myself, I won't die like this.