Entry 33
I was jarred awake by the sound of glass shattering. I fumbled for the gun and flipped on the lights. I carefully peeked out the front room. The boards were in place. I had no idea where the shattering glass had come from but it sounded near. I crept to the window and could see the glass was intact at the top. I peered out over the boards and stumbled backwards.
There were hundreds on the walkway outside. How could they have gotten up? The stairways were down! Had the noise of the staircases attracted the giant horde of zombies I had once seen? What if they were smarter than I realized and had climbed on top of each other to get up here? I started to take down my door braces to get to the utility room for more wood when the window in my apartment shattered. I could hear them outside. The snarls, growls, and shrieks tore through the apartment.
They began to attack the boards; some sounded like they were trying to scratch through while others seemed to be trying to splinter them with brute strength. I ran through the apartments trying to get to the utility room. When I reached the last room I could hear the barricades beginning to break under the assault. As I reached for more wood, I heard a loud crack followed by timber hitting the floor. The sounds became ever more overwhelming.
They were inside.
I slammed the bedroom door shut and grabbed the biggest, strongest boards and began to secure them. I was working furiously to stop them from getting me. As the second board was secured, the window in the front room shattered and they began to attack the boards. I ran back for more boards and tried to reinforce the window. Even as I was desperately trying to put in more nails I could hear the boards failing under the masses. The stench of the undead outside the window was vile reminder of what I was trying to fight back. As I was turned to head into the utility room for more boards, I could see the wood collapse around the window.
I grabbed the desk and fought to shove it in front of the hole in the wall. Then I feverishly flung the tools from the shelves and then drug the shelves across the gap. I moved everything big and small against shelves to stop the onslaught. With nothing left to use I turned to face them. They were already tearing through.
I raised the gun and waited. I could never get enough of them to matter, but I would not die without a fight. As the shelf toppled inwards and they swarmed through the wall I pressed myself against the corner and shot hopelessly towards them. The first few fell but the rest did not falter. As I fired the last shot I saw one about to strike me....
I bolted awake covered in sweat. After a moment of panic I realized I was safe in bed.
