The Diary of M

The air is thick with the stench of decay. When all of this started, it was difficult not to gag and vomit. I hardly smell it anymore, but you can feel it. Not only is the air thick with that sticky smell of rot, but there are little particles of dried out skin flaking off of them and floating around. It's gotten so thick that when the sun shines, it's not as bright as it used to be. A cloud of dead skin dust blocks the light. And because of this skin cloud, it's a little colder. The air has also gotten drier. It's like the environment wants them to walk around, it's creating a perfect environment to prevent further decay.

Their numbers are growing, it used to be pretty easy to avoid them, but now the unturned are the minority. They're not so difficult to deal with when there aren't that many of them, they're slow and rigor-mortis has taken over. Get enough of them around you and it can be difficult to find a place to run. You can try and push your way through them, but a set of teeth will come out of nowhere and snag a chunk of your arm before you realize it. I've found that the best way to escape, if they've got you completely surrounded, is to get on the ground and crawl out. It confuses the hell out of 'em, it's almost funny. I've made my house practically impenetrable. Boarded up the windows and unnecessary doors. It's a general rule, while inside my house at least, that you never lean against the walls or boards covering windows or doors, just in case one claws through.

March 28, 2030

Why hasn't Vivi come back yet? She's been gone far too long. She went out to gather supplies, i.e. food, liquor, cigarettes, feminine products, and maybe some ammo. She left three hours ago. The department store, that's been abandoned for a year, is only a block away. She's taking too long. I'm getting a little nervous. I don't know what I would do if she was turned. Vivi's all I have, she's my everything, my reason to survive this plague. What am I going to do?