Day 20

So I barricaded the house. I don’t venture out much unless I have to. Besides the occasional zombie, things have been almost quiet. Almost.

About 15 days ago I heard someone yelling for help and looked out one of the windows and saw a girl being chased by those things. I didn’t know if I should let her go by or yell to her, didn’t even know if she would even accept my help. I was still muddling through my moral and ethical dilemma when she tripped and fell. That made up my mind. I grabbed my shotgun and ran downstairs and undid the bolt lock. I ran towards her and popped a shot of buck-shot into the zombie closest to her. She didn’t hesitate, the second the first zombie went down she took off for the door to the house. I took out the second and third zombies and then ducked into the house myself. She introduced herself as Holly, no last name.

Its different having someone in the house, in a good way. I didn’t realize how much I missed conversation with another human being (I can stop talking to my gold fish). The only problem now is that Holly seems to think we have to save every person that runs by the house. I told her we can’t. We don’t have enough food or water to do that. She won’t listen though. People have been arriving, small groups, ones or twos. We take them in as they go by. She always says,” this will be the last one, I promise.”, or she guilts me into it by saying,” what kind of a person would leave another innocent out there to die by those things?”

I always listen to her even though I know I shouldn’t. Now we really are running out of food. The couple boxes of MREs from the base are nearly gone. We have been rationing them as best we can, but they aren’t going to last for more then a few days. We can’t stay here anyways. More and more zombies are heading west, using I-94 as a main zombie highway from Detroit and Ann Arbor. I can only figure that there must not be any food left so they are heading west across the state. I have no idea how to get 12 people out of here. My Buick isn’t going to fit 12.

Day 3

The news is calling it the necropalypse, they say the dead have risen and can’t be stopped. I didn’t believe them until yesterday.

I was asleep when I heard yelling coming from my neighbors house. I peeked out the window and there were at least 15 or more grungy kids on their front yard. My neighbor Tom was out trying scare them off, yelling about a “bunch of punk-ass kids” on his front lawn. I could tell something was wrong. Sure they looked like punky-gothy kids, but something was off. Tom I think realized this at the same time I did. He started to edge back to the house when the first few made their move. They tore him apart. His wife was soon to follow.

I sat there and did nothing. I couldn’t move. The realization that all this was real and not some belated April Fool’s joke hit hard.

I think I need to barricade the house.

Day 1

The air raid sirens woke me up. The weather is clear and there isn’t a cloud in the sky tonight. The news is telling us to stay in our homes and to not panic. They say its just a “military exercise”. If that was the case I would know about it or be part of it; and why is the news interrupting late night television to tell us this? They could of announced it earlier yesterday or something.