Diary of the Survivors: The Healthy

John Donald, Age 18

May 15, 1995

Today is the day, I finally graduate high school! I'll admit, it's a little scary, I don't even know what to do with the rest my life. It feels like only yesterday that I was asking my girl Susan to come to my freshman homecoming with me. All good thing must come to an end though, my schooling days our over for now. I suppose I could always ask my Dad if I could join the family business and work on the farm for some college money. The great outdoors of Kentucky might clear my mind enough to figure out what I want to do from here on out. I don't want to think too far ahead though, my mom says that after graduation we could go to Tiffany's after the ceremony. My family almost never goes out to eat so I'm just going to stop writing this before I get to nauseous about my big night, wouldn't want to waste the food we got on the floor now would we?

May 16, 1995

Last night was AMAZING, after graduation, I got to drive my family and friends over to the restaurant. We got so incredibly stuffed I couldn't eat another burger after my fifth one and my Mom had to almost roll me out of the place. I'm just kidding about that last part, but it would have been pretty funny to see. It's very weird, officially being an adult now; I talked to my Dad, he said it was fine that I could join the family business. He said he could use the extra hand since our normal farm hand was out sick for the flu. He joked around saying that if I worked hand enough I might just replace old Bill. I don't want to that to him though, He's been a family friend since I was five. My Dad tried to call him to check and see if he was okay, but Bill didn't answer. I guess the poor guy was to conked out to answer, I guess that means more money for me I guess, I hope he gets better.

May 23, 1995

Man, It has been a busy week for me, every day it was get up, go to work, eat, sleep, and repeat. Bill came back but he didn't seem the same, he kept snapping at people and hiding himself away. When my Dad brought it up Bill kept dodging the issue, saying he was fine, he wasn't fine. You want to know why? He ate the farm cat while I was milking the cows with him. Our cat, Stacy, wouldn't stop hissing at the man. Bill had one of his "Snapping Spells" and grabbed Stacy, biting out her stomach. I was there to see it too, he was like an animal, I lost my lunch when I went to tell Dad. He called the police and Bill was arrested, Dad told me he won't be coming back anytime soon, he was fired. It was such shock to my family, My little sister Emily started to cry when she found out what had happened to Stacy. We couldn't understand how such a sweet man ,who held me in his lap when I was little, turned into such a violent man.

May 30, 1995

It's 12 a.m. , I can't sleep because I heard some commotion from outside, Dad went outside to see what was wrong. We don't watch T.V a lot but I heard from around town that there was a break out at the county prison. I try to prove myself other wise, tell myself that they is no way Bill can make it back here, I must be paranoid. I remember last week when he ate Stacy, there was blood everywhere, on his hands, his face, and he walked out of the barn as if he just walked out of a restaurant on a full stomach. The adrenaline I had that day writing the entry after the fact wore off, now I've been stuck with a queasy feeling in my gut.

1 a.m.

I heard a crash and my Dad hasn't gotten back into the house yet, I hope he's okay.

2 a.m.

There's been so much commotion my mom and sister woke up, right now we're down stairs living room. I had to go get my Grandpa's 12 gage, hope I don't have to use it.

2:30 a.m.

It's Bill, he came back! I looked out the window to see if Dad was returning to the house, but Bill was pressed up against it when I open the curtains. He looks so grizzly, it's like he hasn't showered in days,there's blood all over him! He's just staring at us intently, Emily is getting pretty scared---

HE's BReaKIng ThE WiNdOws!

May 30, 1995

9:00 a.m.

They're both dead.

Bill fully broke in around 2:45 a.m. ,by then I managed to get my mom and sister up in the attic to hide, he was getting of the ground from when he tossed his body through the window. I was about to climb up the attic myself and close the latch so I could call the cops but as I was climbing, Bill got up and sprinted towards me. I don't think anyone else would have believed what I said if they hadn't been there to watch it themselves. He latched onto my leg and the psycho bit it, I looked down and he had this animalistic look in his eyes. I managed to throw him off but he was still grabbing onto the attic's ladder. I could hear Emily scream as I slammed the trap door on Mr. Bill's neck, what came out of his mouth couldn't even be considered human. In was high pitched and hollow, as if his soul left the body and was replaced with a Wendigo. As it died down Mr. Bill went limp and turned into bloody goop. Mom cleaned the bite and by morning light we all returned down stairs. The farm was a gore fest, all the cows and chickens are dead, me and Mom had to cover Emily's eyes when we went out of the house. Pools of blood made dips in the dirt as if it just rained and animal carcasses laid across an open field. When I went inside the barn, the body of my dad laid across the tractor as if he had been tossed aside like a discarded banana peel, there was only half of him. Mom couldn't even call the cops because of the phone line traffic, we couldn't even turn on the T.V, Bill smashed in when he broke in. We are 30 miles away from the nearest town so we can only hope this was isolated. Mom is calling relatives right now to tell them what had happened. Emily won't even come out of her room now, she's scared that Bill will come back to eat her. To put her at ease I scattered the ash in the corn field whatever was left of Bill was gone when he ate Dad. I'm on my bed now feeling pretty numb, the throbbing in my leg still hasn't stopped, I had never felt so dead inside in my entire life.