Dear diary,

So I just found you buried in some old things of mine that I had forgotten all about. Thought I should update you. Today is sunny and warm. I live in a small village with about 30 people in it. We are all survivors of the zombie apocalypse. But maybe not for long. There are thousands of zombies pressing against our gates. We have no ammo and no way of escaping. We are also running low on food and water. We didn't plan our community very well. Well as my sister always said, 'Hindsight is always better than foresight'. Right you are, Sis. Anyways, I have no idea what I'm going to do. So instead of sobbing and moaning about our almost certain demise I'm writing this. It is unlikely I will survive this but if I do it will surely be an epic story. But I'm not optimistic. Maybe if there is ever an end to this madness and if there is any living left maybe they will find this journal and make me into a new Anne Frank. Oh I hear the dead pounding at the gates and just looking at the walls, I can tell they won't last much longer. 

Sorry about that pause. Someone just found a small sewage tunnel that goes under the wall and away from the dead. Sadly, only a small child will be able to fit. There are only two children among us. A boy and a girl. I think I will give this diary to the little girl. So she has a friend and so she can continue our story. Mine will most likely end here but hopefully her's will go on. So this is goodbye.