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3.19.04
Day...Night...Dawn...Pray it's only a nightmare.

March 19
Wake up. Please let me wake up. God, if you're listening, please. I'm sorry, whatever i've done to deserve this. I woke up this morning to find my brother dead. At least I thought he was. My father was standing over him...eating him. Dad, he had this...glazed look in his eyes. It wasn't dad. I mean, it WAS Dad, but...it wasn't really him. As I tried to get a grasp on the situation, my Dad started chasing me. Then my brother, too. But he had blood pouring out of his neck. Why were they doing this? I hid in the living room, shutting the doors behind me. Luckily, there was a back exit out of the house in this room. I went outside, jumped on my dirtbike, and hit the street.
I thought I would be able to find help easily, but dear god, how wrong I was. It turns out that I got off lucky. There were many of these "crazed" people, just like Dad and Josh, running in the streets. I saw families trying to get to their cars to escape, only to be tackled by these crazed maniacs wandering the street. The cries of help....my god....I keep hearing people screaming for help. I couldn't have helped them. I wish I could have, but there was nothing I could do. I wasn't even wearing any shoes. It was me, my pajamas, and my dirtbike.
I had no idea where I was going. No idea at all. Just moving, constantly moving. When I would pass people who were stopped on the road, I would shout to them to get in their cars at the very least, otherwise they'd be next. Some listened, some didn't. Poor bastards. I finally came upon a place that looked like there might be some refuge to it....Cross Roads Mall. Three years ago, in my senior year of high school, I had a job in the food court here. I knew of some places I could hide. Maybe there would even be people to help me. Luckily, I was right.
That brings me to now. Here I sit, in the food court, with over a dozen other survivors. We are all frightened, confused, and trying to wake up. This can't be real, it just can't be. This is a dream, i'm convinced it is. If it isn't, then this is hell on earth. This is pure hell on earth.
March 23
The television stations have pretty much gone off the air. They switched to the emergency broadcasting stations, but they aren't any help. They don't understand what is happening any more than we do. We're all screwed.
March 26
The past few days we've been boarding up any entrances where some of these things might be able to get in. So far, so good. While going through some of the department stores here in the mall, I found a polaroid camera. I took a picture of some of the carnage going on. Who knows, maybe some day this picture will be in a history book somewhere, telling children about the time when civilization went insane. Here's a picture I took.
March 30
I will continue to update this journal as long as I am able to do so. The remaining survivors and I are trying to plan an escape...to where, we don't know. But staying here in this mall, this death trap, it's just no good. We have to do something.