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The screaming outside hasn't stopped, but it certainly has grown more sparse. The zombies stopped trying to get in about half an hour ago. I don't know why, and by now, I'm not about to create false hopes. There's a twelve year old boy in here, the youngest in the room, and he's hiccuping and whimpering by himself in the corner. His parents didn't make it.

I'm tired, and hungry, and I can't stop trembling. The radio managed to conect to a station for a couple of minutes but all we could hear was growling and slurping and screaming and then it went back to static.

Here's hoping we'll make it through the night.