Entry 63

I wonder what the change feels like when you reach the brink and stop being human. I wish I knew how long I have till I become a zombie.

I should have paid better attention when I went downstairs today. I had just assumed the hail had killed all the zombies nearby. When I walked into the apartment I was not expecting it. I still managed to fire the shotgun before it reached me but I only grazed it. It did not attack carefully, but instead lashed out in a frenzy trying to claw, scratch, or bite anything it could. I was too slow and it got a hold of my wrist...with its teeth. I managed to push it to the ground and the second point-blank shot did not miss. But the damage was done.

I tried to build the courage to just end it, that way I could never become one of them. Even knowing I will be a zombie soon I could not bring myself to do it. Instead I used a marker and wrote ZOMBIE on the doors that lead to my apartment.

If you are reading this I hope that means I did not hurt you.

Now all I can do is wait.