nekare

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.