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.