March 10th 2022

  4:22pm

  It’s been about a week now since the end of the world. I think.

  Found this cute barely pink school notebook while rummaging through a shelf.

  The house I was staying in got invaded early this morning. There was too many of them. I grabbed what I could and ran.

  I snatched up my phone and iPod. I thought about texting someone before I remembered phones don’t work. I didn’t like who my brain picked first. As if they could save me.

  Got my checklist of items:

  Water. Snacks. Candles and a lighter. Bandages.

  Plushies. Stickers. Hello Kitty throw bnket.

  I stood there for a second, staring at it all, wondering what I really needed and what I didn’t.

  I may be an adult, but I’m also an unapologetic child, and I don't pn on pretending otherwise when the world is literally dying.

  I know I don’t need plushies or a totally adorable bnket, but they were gifts from my grandparents. I need something that proves my life didn’t start off insane. These are non-negotiable survival priorities.

  Anyway, yeah, I barely got out. One of the dead people grabbed me while I was trying to leave.

  I panicked and jumped straight through the living room window instead of using a door like a rational human being. Spoiler: I'm not.

  Gss everywhere. I'm actually still finding little shards here and there in my clothes.

  I ran until my lungs felt like stage four cancer and hid behind a hedge. When they passed, I climbed a fence and ended up in an auto shop. It smells like oil and blood in here. Probably has to do with all the puddles of blood everywhere.

  Kept telling myself it's just tomato juice.

  It didn't work.

  I locked myself in the bathroom first and picked all the gss out of my arms and hair. Used rags from under the sink to clean up. I’m still finding tiny cuts I didn’t notice earlier. Everything stings, but I think I’m okay?

  I searched the pce after. Found an old green poncho and put it on because I’m still wearing my now semi-torn pink T-shirt and a white mini skirt, which, honestly, was probably a bad fashion decision for me. But hey, I’ll live. We love breathing and existing here.

  Found batteries, a fshlight, towels, a screwdriver, and a pack of bandages. Stuff the mechanics left behind. Finders keepers.

  I was too scared to close the big garage door by the entrance. Loud feels dangerous, so I checked outside instead.

  Two dead people were wandering in the street. They didn’t notice me, thank god. Shoutout to my boy Jesus.

  A white van was in the parking lot. Unlocked. Didn’t find much inside, no free candy, sadly. Just some string and rubber bands, a pair of torn leather gloves. Took them anyway. Who knows, maybe I’ll need them to make ‘I survived the zombie apocalypse’ friendship bracelets, but with no friends.

  One of the doors in the back of the shop opens to a hall, which then leads to another door. Then bam, gas station/ convenience store. Very convenient indeed.

  The shelves were mostly untouched. Snacks everywhere. Chips. Candy. Soda. I think I almost cried, no starving for me!

  I’m staying here for now. It’s retively safe. Plus, how can I pass up all the free junk food?

  6:35 pm

  I heard noises outside. I stayed quiet in the auto shop office.

  There’s a couch, some chairs, and a water bubbler that still works. I have enough junk food and water to st me at least a month if I don’t inhale everything within a week.

  I even found alcohol. If there weren’t noise-sensitive dead people outside, I’d probably be getting high ‘n fucko’d right now for that much needed dopamine.

  There's magazine shelves here, too. Actual reading material. I grabbed a few. Figured I might as well learn something. It’s not like I can ask Google or ChatGPT anymore.

  Only thing my phone and ipod are good for is music and the time.

  I grabbed some packs of pokemon cards from behind the counter. No idea why those are here, but hey, I opened one and got an Articuno!

  Definitely keeping them. Even with the world ending, I want to be the very best, like no one every was. I'll have the best collection yet.

  But yeah, I’m going to try to keep track of things.

  What happens, where I go, the horrible atrocities I witness or fall victim to, just girly things!

  It should keep me a bit sane. Right?

  I keep telling myself that, but then I remember the soon to be daunting task of even leaving this pce.

  8:18pm

  Something metal fell to the floor.

  And now I hear the chorus of the damned from behind my door... fantastic.