Entry 39

I am doing my best to hope the cell towers went down after the last message from my family. I doubt my friend did as well though. The roadways became unnavigable within seconds, and since my friend was ill, I suspect whomever drove her did not have a chance.

I spent yesterday sitting around. I did not care to do anything. I did not feel up to do anything today either but knew I could not waste another day. I tried to practice on the lock but that lasted only a minute before my patience ran out. A new apartment to sort through would keep my mind off of things so I went to get my stuff ready.

While I was getting the saw from the utility room, I glanced at the drill sitting on the desk and had a breakthrough. I had once seen the maintenance guy drill out a lock when a key had broken off inside. I had plenty of doors I could practice lock picking on already so I could afford to ruin the rest of the locks. It would also get me into the apartments on the floor above if I could not pick the locks.

It made sense to keep going in order so I headed over to 207 with the drill in hand. I ended up having to get a larger bit, as the first time I drilled through the lock nothing happened. I found a long one which looked like it might go straight through the whole lock. Even after using that bit the lock seemed intact and the handle would not turn. I was wishing I had watched him finish taking apart the lock as I tried wrenching on the doorknob. I turned it back and forth as hard as I could and then it just opened.

I had not even a second to revel in my victory as the smell of death rushed out past the door. I am lucky there was a railing on the walkway because I hit it backing away from the door. I fought back the nausea and raised the gun assuming one of them was about to attack. Instead, there was nothing but silence.

After a moment I covered my mouth with my jacket, turned on the laser sight, and softly walked inside. I saw nothing in the front room or kitchen; both the bathroom and bedroom doors were wide open. I approached the doorways and did my best to peer into both rooms before getting too close. As I moved into the hallway the smell became oppressive. When I finally could see into the bedroom, I could not hold back a gasp. There was a body in the bed and another lying on the floor next to a chair. There was blood all over the walls of the apartment. It was too much; I bolted to the railing and threw up over the side. Even after walking far down the walk all I could smell was the stench of decay.

Once I felt I was not going to throw up anymore, I went back into my apartment and shut the door. The smell seemed to have permeated everything I was wearing. I washed it all in the tub and then showered trying to get rid of the stench. It has to be gone yet I swear I still smell it.

What happened to them? Why didn't they turn into zombies?