Free Z Day is Here by Rob Fox

When I got there,
Spook had finished off the second undead bastard and was moving to
take out the first one, who was now on his feet again. Together, we
walked right up to him. The vacant look in his eyes showed no fear,
no hate, no sadness. He did not know what his fate was about to
become; he just knew the hunger. I hit him in the head with the
lamp hard enough to damn near decapitate him.
    After the fight, we were too tired to attempt
a trip to the hospital. We have barricaded all the doors and
windows and will rest the remainder of the evening.
    Tomorrow, barring another attack, we will
head that way.

Day 40
     
    We made it to the hospital.
    Before we left, we both covered ourselves in
the blood of the dead zombies to cover our scent. When we left the
house, we slowly made our way toward the building. We kept
ourselves hidden as much as possible. Once we got inside, we
quickly made our way into medical supply room. We packed as much as
we could into a bag we had found inside the house. The trip was
going much better than either of us had thought. Not even a single
zombie glanced in our direction the entire way to the building or
once we made it inside. Things were going so good, too good. We
knew it wouldn't be long before we were noticed.
    In and out in less than ten minutes. That was
our goal, and that’s what we stuck to. Right at the ten-minute
mark, we were stepping out the front doors. Five minutes after
that, we were back in the street, making our way to the house, when
the zombie blood smell wore off. Spook said he thought it was our
sweating that caused the odor to get to them. Either way, they were
on to us. We began to run. As we began running, I glanced back
behind me to see about fifty of the undead monsters coming after
us. I am not totally sure, but I would swear they were almost
trying to run after us! We easily got away, but I know they are
getting faster. This scares the hell out of me.
    We are hidden in an old train station. There
doesn't seem to be anyone around, so I think we are going to try to
get some rest and make our way back to the marketing building first
thing in the morning. Tonight, we are going to sleep in shifts.
Spook said he is wired from the action, so I am taking the first
sleep. Two hours is better than nothing right!?

Day 41
     
    We got plenty of sleep last night and headed
back to the office first thing this morning. We arrived to find the
place empty! The door had been broken down, and blood covered the
floor. No one was around, not even a zombie. The only hint we got
to their whereabouts was a letter written on the wall. The note
read, “Attacked, leaving. If safe, stay there.” So this is where we
have been sitting all day. We have barricaded the door once again
and have a nice open view of the road from the second floor. Not
much has been going on today, so this is going to be a short
update.
    The only news I have to share is that Spook
seems to not be feeling well. He was looking a little pale this
morning and throughout the day. He says he feels fine, but I can
see sweat beading up, and when he doesn't think I am watching, I
see him shiver a little. I'm not trying to jump to conclusions, but
I am afraid he may have been bitten while in the old couple’s
house. That was the only time we have left each other’s sight. I am
planning on keeping a close eye on him.

 
Day
42
     
    Spook is sick. He is very sick. All night and
all day, he has been throwing up and moaning in pain. There is no
doubt he is infected and going through the change. I haven't got
the heart to ask him when he was bitten, not that I think he would
admit to it even if he had been. I have quarantined him in a back
supply closet. I told him it is for his protection in case we’re
attacked while he is sick. I know he is not buying that excuse,
though. I am unsure what to do about him. I know he will be one of
them within the next few hours or days, but he has been a great
friend and protector. If I wait