A Western Tale

Entry 4 - The Outbreak

I can't remember the date anymore. I used to be the one gathering stories from survivors, now I have my own. Things have escalated seriously, and now I've found myself hold up in a raggedy shack on the edge of town, barricaded with nothing more than sticks and old furniture I found.

I'm hoping it's enough, though it probably isn't. If one of them found me here, there's no real stopping them getting in. I haven't put down my pistol since. Well since I found myself in a spot of bother. Ignore my attempts at trying to make the events I've suffered less intense, I think it would be better if I just told you. You may have noticed I'm speaking to someone in this journal, to the reader I suppose. I guess, it's because I'm not totally confident things are going to get any better. My legacy may only be in this book. Anyway, onto more pressing matters.

Yesterday was when things got really bad. I was seeing what I could find, as usual, night was fast approaching. I supposed I should get some rest and started heading to the hotel I'de been staying in, and that's when I seen them. Easily fifty of them demons. I froze in terror, what a stupid mistake. A stupid fucking mistake. I should have ran.

Instead, I stood still in complete fear as they charged at the town like a battering ram, there was nothing me or any sheriff could do to stop the slaughter. I stood there, still frozen as I witnessed hordes of these once people tackle citizens and literally eat them. They gathered round their victims like coyotes, feasting on their flesh and screeching at a pitch that made each strand of hair on my body stand to it's end.

I witnessed the doctor be dragged out from his fortified office and torn limb from limb, blood spewing everywhere, and there were more of them things coming.

I snapped out of it, luckily, and bolted. I thought I was lucky enough to escape unscathed. That's when I was jumped by one of them, I grappled with it for what felt like minutes, his teeth latched onto my arm as I felt every tendon, every nerve be torn from it's place. I couldn't help but scream. I grabbed my pistol and put the barrel down the monsters throat and pulled the trigger.

I was showered in blood. My eye's were covered in it. My vision had a red filter and I was in awful pain. Despite pieces of brain in my mouth and over my clothes, teeth in my arm and bone in my hair I pushed it's body off of me and beside me. I ran like hell, I found this place I decided to call a shelter and hunkered down. The screaming. It was unbearable. I passed out from the pain and awoke a few hours ago.

Luckily, the screams have stopped, but it's hard to keep myself from screaming. My arm is in agony, I have a terrible fever and my veins along my neck have turned a strange orangish colour. I'm trying not to think about it.

I'll keep you updated when I can. For now, I'm gonna stay quiet, and see if I can wait this whole thing out.