Day 36: When I woke up this morning, Thomas was sitting next to a window just staring out it. I got up and walked over by him and looked out myself. I was shocked. The streets were filled with the undead. They must have followed the noise of the militia. We are totally screwed. Theres no way we could survive a trek anywhere now. Plus, we could hear gunshots off in the distance. The militia must still be around somewhere. To make matters worse, we have enough food for only a few more days and Eeyore's shit and piss will start to pile up. The only thing going for us is that we have plenty of shotgun and handgun ammo. Thank goodness for a trigger happy police force. We spent the day barricading the downstairs door just in case they zombies wanted to get in here. So far they haven't noticed us, though.
By the time we were all done, it was pretty late, but we started talking. Thomas didn't have much family, only a brother. When the outbreak happened. Thomas went to his house to find him. It was too late, though. His brother was already turned. Thomas couldn't bring himself to kill him. He just ran instead and has been running ever since. He keeps holding on to hope that he is still out there and that they will find a cure some day to turn him back. We both no that will never happen. The first survivors he found were the militia members. He escaped from them and ended up here. After reliving this events, Thomas didn't want to talk anymore. He went back to staring out the window and I went to bed.
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