Entry #1

It all started one week ago. The News was reporting that a new virus was found in America and it was spreading quickly, they even had to stop all travel in and out of the Country. They didn’t tell us much more than that. Due to the internet however, it wasn’t hard to gain the facts.
First of all, they weren’t 100% sure where the virus came from. Some said the USA had been the target of some sort of biological attack. Others said it was Government testing gone horribly wrong. Then there were those who believed it was just some previously unknown virus that the Governments around the world would soon develop a vaccine for.
By far the scariest piece of infomation found was of people returning from the dead. I didn’t believe it at first, even after watching a video of a Mother eating her own Daughter. I thought it was just some sick fuckers idea of making fun of the situation.
If I only I was right…

In the end, it doesn’t matter who was right or wrong, the virus has spread to other parts of the World. England, Japan, Europe and worst of all for me, Australia.

With no one in the air or the ocean, the only logical explanation for this would be that it must be able to infect more than just Humans.

Now I leave this Diary for anyone who finds it, maybe it will help you somehow, you might learn from my mistakes. Or when (if?) this is all over, it could just be an interesting read. But to be honest, I really just feel alone right now and doing this helps me. SO thanks for reading.

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My name is Jacob Adams. I am 22 years old and have been stuck in my house for the part 36 hours. Why? Well, it all started when I noticed Leo, my neighbour, hadn’t collected his mail for 3 days. His car was there and when I got close enough I could hear the TV, so I knocked on his door, no answer. We know each other well enough that I thought it’d be okay if i went in to investigate, you know, make sure he’s not lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood or something. Well, he wasn’t. Though I kind of wish he was.

I found him trapped in the bathroom, occasionally banging on the door and moaning. Calling out to him was completely pointless, so I just opened the door. When I saw him, I noticed there was a whole chuck missing out of the right side of his neck and shoulder. Straight away he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, I manged to fight him off but only to have him try again, this time he went for biting my neck! Pushing him off once again, I closed the door. I kept asking if he was okay and if he even remembered me but he wouldn’t answer, instead he just moaned, banged and scratched away at the door.

I decided to head into the Kitchen and use his phone to call the Hospital but before I could, I heard a banging on the glass of the back door. That’s when I saw them. About 5 people all banging and moaning. Every one of them looked kind of… dead. They all had torn clothes and huge scratches, bite marks and some, like Leo, had big chunks taken out of them.
The glass began to crack and I started getting worried so I thought it best that I just leave. I hurried out of the house but stopped once I took a step outside. On my way over here the street was completely empty but now there were more and more people on the street and yards, all coming towards me. It was like they somehow new where I was and that I was different to them. I bolted back to my house and locked all the doors and Windows.

Immediately after, I picked up the phone to call my Parents but there was no dial tone and unfourtunately my Mobile had recently broken and I hadn’t gotten around to buying a new one yet. Well, I guess that’ll teach me to procrastinate.
It was then that I realized I could be in here, alone, for quite some time. So I checked outside again, sure enough they were all still there but after drawing the curtains and putting on a movie (40 Year Old Virgin) and just trying to relax.

From the time I woke up to now, I haven’t really done much. Although it’s worse at night. You can hear them all moaning and dragging their feet (I know, how cliche, right?) right outside my house. Every now and then I think to myself “they’re still people, man!” But… then I look outside and see them eating one of my neighbours dogs. That made me sick. Literally.

So I just waited, hoping they would go away. Or, if I could somehow make it to my shed, I might have a chance. I have an old radio I might be able to use to call for help. As long as I’m not the only one left… no, I can’t think like that! I can’t be the only one left. Ok, I’m gonna do it.
Tomorrow.