April 15th 4AM

Fortune favors fools.

It's clear that I survived, as I'm writing this right now. Another survivor was not so lucky. I am atop the roof again, trembling, listening to the chewing. No sleep will be had tonight.

To clarify the exact situation of my last entry, I wrestled myself into deciding on the fact that I would raid the building that is below me. Despite the what I said in my other entry.

What a stupid fucking decision.

I climbed down the ladder that leads to the top of the roof. No Zed were in sight. I figured," Screw it, I don't see any Zed, why go looking for food? There's no doubt food in this building." I wonder how many survivors have succumbed to the same logic as me.  I snuck around the front of the building, and entered. Pitch black doesn't even begin to describe the vile darkness that surrounded me. The smell was...jarring. It cut through the darkness. With one sense, sight, not in use, smell was accentuated.  My eyes watered, obscuring any vision I had left. Even with this smell I didn't lose my appetite, proof of the sheer desperate feeling of hunger I had. I moved forward into the darkness, keeping my ears open. Sound was on my side, as I could here a pin drop in this silent hallway. If there were Zed i'd have a fantastical sound warning. As I proceeded down the long hallway, I noticed the end of it held a staircase that was flooded with light from windows. Well, flooded in that darkness means flecks of light seeping through a window.  Various doors lined the walls. I decided to quietly open a random door and check for supplies.

As I opened a door, light from a window cast ominous shadows around what appeared to be a dorm room.

A college...

No human figures, just beds and various items. I closed the door behind me, and began searching.

Jackpot, worth it's weight in gold: An entire case of Ramen noodles. I just needed water, which was generally easier to find than non-perishable foods nowadays. It was atop a shelf. I reached up and grabbed it, but fuck. I knocked a glass off the shelf.

The sound that followed sliced through the silence that masked my position. The glass shattered upon hitting the floor. Then, almost instantaneously, shouting. Not human, but Zed. Twenty, at least. Nearby too. It was like I had awoken the demons of hell. I ran towards the window and to my dismay, it was barred. Who fucking puts bars outside a college window?

With all my strength I tore the room apart creating a barrier behind the thick wooden, now locked, door. Fists slammed upon the door...for hours.

That's when I decided to write my goodbye. What happened next was....well.

I'd rather let my mind cool. Tomorrow, or today I suppose, I will write more.







April 15th, 12AM

I'm trapped. This might be my last journal entry. Stupid. I'm so fucking stupid. I decided to try to raid the building. Why? Why did I think this would work?

To whomever finds this. Good luck.

-Gabriel Tranas