1: A car moves at a constant 70km/h and hits a body at rest. Find the resulting momenta and how you clean the remains off your windscreen.

This has been the longest day of my life. Waking up wasn't fun. Escaping out the window even less so. You'll find it's harder to like your roommates when they're breaking down your door and snarling at you like next-door's bulldog. I must have been the last to get the memo, because all the shops were smashed up by the time I reached them. I grabbed what I could, which didn't amount to much. Inventory as of now: Tin of mushy peas, packet of crisps and what unfortunately turned out to be gourmet cat food.

I'm wishing now I'd watched some of those zombie shows, at least then I'd be somewhat prepared for this new brand of hell. I saw my old maths teacher get plowed down by a little Peugeot. She deserved better than that. One of them nice new Toyotas, at least. In all fairness though, she was off her head. Even worse than the breakdown she had when we lost the national final of that maths league, and that's saying something.

I'm sitting here in the corner of some field, and I keep thinking I'm hearing people. Hard not to be on edge when everyone wants to rip your scalp off and go nuts with the contents of your skull. I think I'll keep moving out into the countryside. The virus must be worse in the cities and towns where everyone's lumped in on top of each other. Still, I'm betting on opening the door to some pretty little country cottage and getting mauled by an elderly woman in her nightie that got up on the wrong side of sanity. I really need to get a big stick. Or a Peugeot.

-KM