Dead Tide

Z-Day +10. The house has fallen to the zombie onslaught. The horde was simply too much to resist. They eventually piled up against one corner of the roof, which drove us back. Then they burst through two of the boarded-up windows. It was horrible. The entire family was zombified, and I don’t even know what happened to the dog. I alone made it out alive, but I had nowhere to go.

I made it all the way to the coffee shop, where it all began. One guy who works here has turned it into a stronghold. He had been running the whole thing by himself, and he took me under his wing. The wifi still works, so I am able to blog about it. Being Ground Zero, most of the zombies have spread outward from here by now, so it’s actually a little safer than you might think. You still have lurker zombies behind trash bins and wrecked cars, but most of the living humans have been eaten or chased off. It’s a wasteland here in historical downtown St. Charles, and maybe that’s a good thing. For now. This place is heavily fortified, too… the guy was busy while everyone else was fleeing and dying. It’s probably the safest place for miles in any direction. I say that, but I have no idea what other people are doing outside of this suburban pocket of Hell.

At this point, my hope is that these entries will shed light on something for the survivors to piece together. I know now that I can’t turn back the tide; all the research we were doing at the house has been lost. Maybe someone will deliver us from this evil. Maybe after that they will find this account and learn something. That doesn’t provide much consolation for me, but it keeps me going. Survive. Survive. Survive.