Day 1, June 27th 2013, 12:13AM

I'm walking down a road — quite empty and abandoned. Empty cars and vacant buildings suggest no signs of life. I just woke up and I remember yesterday — yesterday, when everything was fine. The military evacuated the city due to infections and all that. I don't know what the fuck is going on now. It smells pretty fucking bad here, like rotten meat and asphalt and smoke mixed together. I walk towards a supermarket and see a person. Slowly sneaking up to her, I realize she's eating the hell out of a guy. 

"Man, what the fuck happened here?" I whisper to myself. 

I hide behind the counters, finding a baseball bat. Perhaps this could protect me for a while, I went to um, I don't know, the craze? Then I bash its head off. Then it hits me. I've been waiting my whole life for the apocolypse 'cause I thought it would be fun, man. This shit is nothing close to what I expected. I run away, panicking. These fuckers are all over the street. I end up in a small house — shit — there's even more of 'em in here. I try not to make so much noise and I manage to take two of them out. Thank god that was it. I scavenge the house for any lootables that I might be able to use in the future and I decide to barricade the house and spend the night here. I think — hell, why not start a diary?