[Josiah.]

It’s the year 2014, 1 year has passed since the lockdown. I have just woken up to find myself laying next to a pistol and my dog Ami. No one knows why the town was put on lockdown. Its just me, my dog, my pistol and I’m putting up a fight because... everyone contracted a virus which turns them into mindless zombies, feeding on flesh and blood. But, I however; was put in a room where I was safe from all the chaos outside. I’m Camilla, I’m 17 years old, and this is my story.
Day 1: I just killed 2 zombies chasing me. I’m hiding in an abandoned store at the moment because I’m trying to keep myself from the zombies outside… The zombies found me earlier and I killed those *******ing creatures and one of them… was my mother. My dad escaped town before the outbreak began, so he’s safe… or so I think. Okay, I just met up with a survivor; now I have a friend to hangout with while we try to kill zombie a**. I’m going to bed now, goodnight.
Day 2: We killed aproximately 96 zombies yesterday, my new friend Zhane kept count of the number of those *******ing things we killed. I am getting ramen noodles for us to eat from the room I’ve been in for a year. For 365 days, we’ve known nothing about how this outbreak started; how it affected humans. We’ve known nothing about what is happening in the outside world… I just killed another zombie and it exploded. Why did it explode? It had been covered in something like C4. Zhane just came back with another survivor. I am just speechless at how us three could survive something horrible like this. I’m going to keep you all updated in my next journal entry. For now, Zhane’s turn; and he has some very sad news.