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Oh God, oh God, oh God they're after me, I don't know what I'll do - fuck, oh fuck, I think one of them saw me I just-- I just want to get out of here and the streets are chaos there are bodies everywhere and they've been chasing me for blocks, I need somewhere to hide, I need. I need to find my family. Fuck, my dad is in Brazil, I don't even know if it's happening in there as well, and I've no idea where my brother is oh God.

They broke into the house early in the morning, I knew it was a bad idea to have that many windows, I had to jump from the second floor, and I'm limping but I have to keep running or they're gonna get me and oh, I had to hide beneath was what left of my neighbors and I'm so scared and covered in blood and I just want my mom and I don't know where she is and they're not going away, they're everywhere and crazy and one of them had his intestines dragging around his feet and what the fuck is going on?

Gotta run. Gotta run or they'll catch me.

I think - I think I'm safe, at least for now. I found an abandoned house to hide, and a group of people were already there, some of them armed. I don't know anyone, though, and I'm all alone, and it's cold and it's raining and there are dead people walking the streets. It's not all right.

The tv's down but the radio is working. Some stations are broadcasting the news, and, God, it's so terrifying, it's happening everywhere, and no one knows how it started. Most of the stations just end up flickering and then going into static, and that is even scarier.

We're all just sitting together in the empty living room, far closer than strangers would usually do, just worrying. Most of us haven't been able to contact our families. One of the guys here could, only to listen to his cousin get eaten. I just. This is horrible. We don't have food and we hardly have weapons and I don't know what we'll do.

We can hear them outisde the house, shuffling their feet and calling out but not saying anything and they've been hammering against the walls for an hour and the stench, oh God.

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, THEY'RE INSIDE, THEY'RE FUCKING INSIDE, THEY---

They got in. We managed to escape, but just barely. Half of our group didn't make it - one of them got bitten and fell on me and drenched me in blood and then turned and almost bit me and shit, but I don't know how much I can take.

We ran through the city for a long time, just running running running from them and hiding and yet they seem to smell us, they never stop coming. I managed to hot-wire a car, and we're hiding in another deserted house right now. There was still a little sweetheart of a dog in here, wagging tail and everything. His owners seem to be what's left on the walls. Bloody decoration aside, the house is pretty fortificated and still has running water, so we're staying, at least for a while. The plan is to leave in the morning, if we leave to see it, for the countryside. Let's hope there's less dead things in there.

The radio is getting cut off station after station. One minute they're advising people to stay indoors and either decapitate or hit until you can see brain matter to stop the zombies, and then there's growling and screaming and static. And that's it.

I managed to call my mom an hour ago. She was also on the run, the zombies got into my grandma's house. The line cut off and I've been crying ever since. Nighttime is only two hours away. It hasn't stopped raining and I can hear them outside, growling, crawling at the walls.

I hope the barricades will hold.

OH GOD THEY'RE HERE, THEY'RE HE--





BRAINS.

BRAINSSSSSSS.