Countdown to Doomsday

[Aria Frost (DELETED 5365)]

Monday April 23, 2014

It’s been two days since I was attacked. I don’t remember a lot of what happened. I was on my way back to the campus. A date. Right, Michelle had set me up on a date with one of the guys on the hockey team. It didn’t end well. The guy was an *** and the waiter spilled my drink all over me. I blacked out I think. Or I was struck. I think I was struck. When I came to I was…somewhere. There were branches all over like it was some kind of tree house.

I was on some guy’s lap. He, he bit me I think. I tried to get away. I think he killed me, I think. But it doesn’t make sense because I’m still here. My roommate seems concerned about me. I can’t tell her what happened; I doubt she’d even believe me. Probably try to have me committed. Maybe I should be. My throat is dry. I tried to drink but I wound up violently puking. Something is very wrong with me. My roommate wanted to take me to the hospital, but all I could think of was how sweet her blood must taste. I went for a walk instead to clear my mind.

I feel better now. Kind of. I drank blood. I don’t think I hurt them though. They kind of stumbled off after I drank my fill of them. I don’t know what to make of this. I will most likely stop by the library later to do some research. I also found a way into the closed off area of the city. In all the years I’ve lived here, I thought nothing of it. I got attacked by, well, something. It looked like someone had been shooting a zombie movie. I wound up killing it. Otherwise it’d have bitten me.

Thank god I still have the Glock my dad gave me. There are a lot of these things running around, but the stranger part is the apartment complex. Every building but that one is run down. I saw him there, the man who did this to me. He knows my name. I can only guess he looked at my ID’s after he did whatever he did. I have decided. I will kill him. I will make him pay for what he did to me. If my experience with these zombies is any indication though, I need to train. And better guns. I don’t think this pistol is going to be enough. Thankfully the shop in the apartment building seems to like buying zombie ears.