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I guess I’m just a Dreamer. I always live inside of my head and I can never get bored doing it. I have a great deal of stories I hear in my head, but so little time to write them down.
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It’s been four months. Four months of living in pure hell.
I started this diary because I need to vent. I need to spill the bitterness that builds inside me. I have no one to talk to. I can’t even scream – I’m too scared of attracting THEM.
This is the silent hell. The Hell where you don’t live, but merely exist. The hell where demons wear masks of the ones you love. The masks disfigured with livor mortis.
Sisters, mothers, fathers and brothers, close friends and lovers… they all look at you differently now. They are the masters of this new world. They, whose bodies are falling to pieces, are leaving behind facades of decaying flesh. And here we are, the ones with red blood in our veins. We are just surviving. We are trying to become invisible, trying to blend in, trying to hide in the shadows of our dead town, so THEY don’t notice us. If they notice you, if they smell you, the best thing that could happen is being torn to pieces. The worst, turning into one of them.
Living death, corpses obsessed by blood thirst and unappeasable hunger, eating everything in their way.
There was a time when movies and video games about zombies brought us delight. Now video game characters have fallen off the screens, into real life, and we are not laughing anymore. Those fearless superheroes we were in childhood, clutching joysticks in sweaty palms, are long forgotten. This is real life now. The life where even a tiny mistake can cost you your existence.
All this time, watching people I love die one after another, I tried to stand firm. I was trying to hold out for him. I was strong, I kept smiling. I tried to stir hope in his tender heart, repeating again and again that everything will be all right, that a cure will be found. We will survive. That we will be happy again…
My Shaun. My dear, lovely Shaun. He was never able to kill them. Looking into their faces he kept seeing human features hidden under the masks of the rotten flesh. He could never adapt. He was never able to put a bullet in their head and put the soulless body to rest.
I should have known that. I should have foreseen this would happen. I should have never taken him with me.
Today, Shaun was bitten…
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