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2082

Journal Entry #1
I escaped.

I  have no idea what's going on. I thought zombies were a made-up thing in horror movies. How in the world did we manage to bring someone back?

"The biggest achievement in mankind"

"We will finally learn life after death,"

"Can we do this with everyone?"

I was so lucky.

I never believed this was a good thing. As soon as I saw its eyes, its glossy dead eyes, I knew it was dangerous. I feel bad for my friends, who didn't even try to listen to me. They only wanted to take pictures to show everyone at school. I knew I couldn't force them to leave. I wish I did. Somehow. They wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't be alone. April 26, 2082

Journal Entry #2
This reeks.

I lost this journal and recently found it again. Guess what? I tried to help a family of four back in May. They looked so helpless, and I was so alone I couldn't miss a chance to have some familiarity around me.

They tried to eat me.

Waited till I was asleep, and the dad tried to beat my head in with my own axe. I forgot that zombies aren't the only things that eat people.

As for the kids?

They were bitten a few hours before I found them. Guess I did seem more useful dead. They get to eat, and their children get to feast on my dead corspe. This sucks. September 2, 2082

Journal Entry #3
Food Run

Ran out of food. Hopefully, I will find something editable. It's so empty and peaceful here. You can almost forget that zombies are constantly eating the remains of peoples bodies. I wish I just made some excuse to stay home, then I would have at least seen my mom before she turned.. September 13, 2082

Journal Entry #4
Leaving

I've had enough of this place. This empty, lonely, and messy place. I've searched and searched, but I can't find a single person alive. Not even an animal, a of vultures are seen some times.. But who makes friends with a vulture? Things are getting too creepy.. it's so silent that I can only hear my own breathing and footsteps. I haven't seen a zombie for weeks now. Is there a particular reason? October 1, 2082

Journal Entry #5
I need to leave

I found out why all the zombies are gone. Something is eating them. Yeah. The things the idiotic scientists and the government had brought back began to eat us. And now something else is eating them. I don't know what or how, but I've never seen a zombie run from something else. I wasn't even sure if they were cognitive enough to feel fear.

It isn't a huge or bigger zombie. It's just one that looks incredibly skinny. No matter how many zombies I've seen it eat it doesn't look any different.

I need to leave now. October 31, 2082

Journal Entry #6
Why won't it leave?

Why now?

Just leave!

Why won't it leave?!

It's just standing there!

After all the work I went through, I can't believe it's just camping my boat. I'm going to try and attack it. But I'm leaving my journal here, just in case.

For anyone who just happens to come across this journal, my name is Alexander Jones, and I'm fifteen. Well, sixteen now, today's my birthday. For what the thing looks like, it has vibrant purple veins that bulge out every few seconds and has a light grey skin tone. I don't know what or who it is. Just be careful. Don't be as stupid as me right now. December 2, 2082

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My name is Riley.

This outbreak, known as the Winter Storm, started in late April 2082. It is now 2098, and the scientists who started this mess have finally made a cure. With the help of my group, we've traveled around as much as we can to cure areas around the world. My leader had ordered me to look around and find a working motor since ours had unexpectedly broken down once we arrived here.

I eventually reached another dock, filled with boats, but no motors?

It looked like the motors had been completely torn off. There had been no sign of life since we arrived, which left everyone uneasy immediately. All I could really find was a skeleton. Only a few inches from one of the boats. I looked inside the boat, seeing supplies, and what I assume were once fruit.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. His ribs were completely shattered. I left the bones and instead went to my other observation. The shack.

I struggled to open the door, but once I had succeeded, I was met with dust and broken furniture. The only thing that wasn't destroyed or rotting was a small journal left on the intact dresser inside here.

I stepped toward it, noticing right away how the dresser was underneath the only window, which was boarded up in a panic due to it being horribly done. I picked up the journal, dusted it off, and looked around it. I hadn't opened it yet. I wonder who it belonged to. My eyes shot up to the window unexpectedly. I felt someone's presence, and it didn't feel like a good one.

But once I saw my eyes lit up, a survivor!

I dropped the book and immediately ran outside. I called once I barged out, getting no response.

Their back was to me, but I could tell it was a person. I inched closer, noticing purple veins that were bulging from inside his greyish skin tone. He turned around, his eyes were wide, and blood shot his pupils completely dilated, worst of all, he had an inhuman like smile that stretched ear to ear. Showing off their rotting teeth and black gums. He walked closer than I was comfortable with. He stopped right in front of me, staring down at me with that same expression.

"Sir?"