Prologue: Life with the Undead

I used to keep a journal… actually several journals due to size. I had been doing it for 13 years. Wrote my day to day activities down, my thoughts, even drew little pictures. I got the idea from a movie.I used cheap composition books and kept them on a shelf stacked all in a row.

I took them down and burned them all yesterday. I did it because none of that shit matters anymore. Everything has changed now. I have changed. Nothing will ever be the same again.

There was an outbreak, an epidemic, a freaking zombie apocalypse. Whatever you want to call it, no one quite knows what happened although there are a lot of theories.

And by theories I mean wild ass guesses. You have your religious theories, including all the best cliché revelations' scenarios. Then there are your scientific theories, including all the best cliché government conspiracies.

Personally, I think that maybe the world just ended. Maybe the sun went super-nova, maybe one of those meteorites finally hit us, whatever. And now all of this… this world we are left with is just us living in hell.

So I am starting my journals over to document my time here in hell. I am currently at week 5 of my incarceration but want to start at the beginning. I am going to take a little time to catch you all up to speed by starting at week 1. It all began on the first week of January, actually.