WWZ- More of Curtis' diary

Early September-ish

Dear whoever is reading this,

The end is here.
The TV is dead and we have no electricity. I guess all the power-station workers are zombies now.
A few days ago we dared to peek through the window covers. There must have been about a hundred of them, mindlessly wandering through the streets.
One looked like George Clooney. I hope it wasn't. What would he be doing down here? Are there zombies in Hollywood? How much of the world was infected?
The news reporters had tried to convince the world that it was nothing. Just a group of terrorists or something. They're probably dead now.
Or undead.
I planned to go out there with my pistol and see if there are any other survivors. That was, until Erik pointed out that there could be more out there than we realise, and we only have so many bullets left.

Bruce, help us.

The gunshots started a few days ago.
All I could think was 'They've figured out how to use guns now?!'. Calming Erik down, while trying to hold it together myself, was difficult, but eventually we calmed enough to look out of the windows again.
There were fires in the distance, but it was too dark to see much.
Maybe the zombies have gone nocturnal.
Do they even sleep?

I'm losing it. I've slowly gone from thinking strange thoughts, to doing thing without realising it. I was flicking a cigarette lighter on and off earlier, without
noticing. I could've given us away, if one of the zombies would've seen us. Thank god Erik was there to stop me.
I'm so glad I have him.

There isn't much food left, but if the zombies really have guns, we might not live long enough to finish it.

Your one and only,
~Curtis Rx