Victoria's Journal

May 15th 2020

If you are reading this, then know that I am likely dead. The tellings in this book may not seem important now, but someday, they may save your life. My name is Victoria Daniels.I have been through a lot, but the days to come will be far worse. Our nightmares have finally come true, the dead, they walk. At first the news reports were of people with high fevers and insatiable hunger. Then came the reports of them eating each other, followed then the last report I saw said it was undead, the end of the world. Many people panicked, started to run. I locked my doors and windows. Haven't moved since, no point I thought.

It has been two months since the outbreak had hit my home city, the first people infected, it was hard for families to face. Most of us knew what was gonna happen with everything, it was only a matter of time before everything became a total nightmare. Three more people ended up infected, one of those was able to get ahold of three others, which led to six more. Which in turn led to the whole town. There were a few of us held up in some spots across the city. Most of us were able to reach each other through the signs and radios that we had. But others were in the dark and getting eaten.

Everyday the biters in the city got louder and smellier. It was sickening, the two in the building to the north said it would be another week before I would be able to stomach that smell. I don’t know, it’s one of those smells. Like opening the fridge that has been sitting for a few weeks without power. It doesn’t matter how strong your stomach is, you lose your stomach.

We are all thinking that it’s time to group up, to find others. Leave the safety of our homes, the place that I was trapped in. I had heard from my neighbors three days before I decided to start writing, it was a mess. If those things found me, it would only be a matter of time before they got in. Then it would be a perfect nightmare. I was trying to tell them that I was trapped, that there was no way for me to get out of this building. They weren’t taking it, kept saying to use the fire escape. Really I would, but I am afraid of heights. The floor I stood on was the ninth floor. I don’t know about you, but that seems a bit tall…

With the heights at the back of my mind, I couldn’t climb down it without proper inspiration. I guess if one of the dead came through my door that would drive me to run. Drive me out to the heights of the escape. Though at the moment the biters hadn’t found me just yet. I would say from the sounds of the munching that I had about another three or four hours before they started to really look for more food. I have been using this time to go through everything that I have here in my apartment. So far I have gathered up; one of those fake first aid kits you get just to have one, a baseball bat, one radio, a handful of the individual chip bags, some roman, and a bag of rice. Not much I know, I never had too much here at the house. Was never home, now I wish I had been one of those who had always stayed home all the time.

On a side note from everything, I was looking at the gun again. It’s still there in the back of my mind. I still want to just lift the gun and put it to my head. But something in my mind is telling me not to. This little voice is stronger than it used to be. Has a lot more hold over me than I thought, it’s a nightmare out there and I want to put my older brother’s pistol to my head and pull the trigger.

I can't.

I don't.

I want to know what happened, I just want to know if he was one of those things or not. Then I think about it, and I don’t want to know, I’m gonna stop writing now, as I can hardly see through the tears.