The City

It has been over a day, diary, and Brianna and I have made little progress.

Once we drove into the main streets of the city, it was obvious we were going to have to fight. There were zombies everywhere. On benches, fighting in the streets, trying to break the windows of cafes and offices to search for food outside. Even with both windows of the truck rolled up, the poundings of windows and the inhuman and sickly groans from the streets were overbearing.

The infection hit a few days ago now, around lunchtime. For obvious reasons, that's the worst time 99% of the human race can completely turn into infected, flesh eating animals. People were out and about, on lunch breaks from the office, enjoying the spring sunshine...when, suddenly, it just hit. I could attempt to explain why it was instantaneous, and I could attempt to explain why someone like me, and someone like Brianna, were spared.

Yet, to attempt to explain would only be spouting lies, because no one (which isn't speaking very highly, out of two people thus far) knows why, exactly, it happened, and why, exactly, it happened the way it did.

Either way, the reasons why did not take away the need for survival that Brianna and I had at the moment of crossing through the most populated parts of the city. There were too many zombies to get out and fight to eliminate the threats, so we simply barged through them, wincing at the sounds of pangs and clings from bone hitting metal. I didn't think about what it was doing to the health of my truck as I rolled over the infected bodies, simply hit others to clear them of our path. I could only feel the guilt, once again, from killing something that used to be human.

Brianna and I were out of the city at about five this afternoon, wondering if we had been holding our breaths the entire time. There were a few times I had to jump out and kill the zombies with my axe as Brianna tried to pull the truck out of the heaps of bodies it had plowed, and there was once when we simply got lost. That was awful.

Anyway, once we were out of the city, we stopped by a grocery store, the automatic doors gliding open for us, which only succeeded in creating a ghost-like atmosphere. I used to imagine an end-of-times with no electricity...but in reality, since most electric workers are now zombies, no one is there to shut off the electric because of no payment. I guess in a while it will shut off by its own, if only by an emergency activation or something of the sort. For now, though, it's still on, and we walked in, only killing zombies when necessary as we restocked on food and some supplies.

It worried me more than anything, though, as we walked through the aisles, noticing the near expiration dates on a lot of foods. How long will it be until we find some resolution in it all? Is there a place where survivors come together for mutual benefit? Will we ever find this place?

For a number of reasons across the board, time is running out.