Day 01:

Sometimes I wonder why me? From as long as I can remember, I never had people that truly cared for me, like the jerks at the orphanage, where I was subjected to humiliation from practically everyone. The older and healthier kids who took advantage of me being weaker than them, taking what little food the "caretakers" so generously gave or sometimes just beating or making fun of me to feed their egos. I couldn't even go to anyone for help. One time I did go to the caretaker, and that woman just told me, It's your fault for being weak.".

What was I supposed to do? I was always scrawny and easily got sick. The caretaker wouldn't properly take care of me and the other children, their lack of care to the point that some children actually died. Seeing their lifeless eyes staring right at me deeply terrified me, but now seeing those same eyes staring at me again brought out my fears once again.

Now, I'm standing here about to knock someone out with a metal pan. I tried to call the police, but they weren't picking up, which just forced me even more to go with my decision. Here goes something: opening the door and seeing the man in front of me. I smacked him right at the jaw; the man fell backwards with a groan. Okay, I did it. I hope I don't get into trouble because of this. As soon as I had relaxed, the man tried to get right back up.

WHAT?! How are you still awake?! The side of your whole jaw is swollen! Quickly thinking, I smacked him on the top of the forehead again. He went down, but again he got up with an even louder groan than before. I should've never gotten out of bed! In my panic, I smacked him on the side of his skull, but he didn't go down; he was still trying to reach for me.

I smacked him again and again till his face had become bloody and bruised, till he didn't rise again. Breathing in and out rapidly, I gazed at him tiredly but then realized after seeing his incredibly bruised skull and the fact that he wasn't trying to get up, coupled with the fact that he wasn't breathing either.

Did I realize I had just killed him?

Blurgh Feeling vomit come up my throat, I vomited all over the mess. I just killed a person—no, it was because he was... being weird? I killed him because of that. Oh no, oh no.

"What did I d-blurgh ahh?" vomiting even more.

"Hah hah haa, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sniff, I didn't mean too." I apologized to him as if he would listen, hoping that he would rise again, but what's done is done now. I have to surrender myself to the police and apologize to his family if he has one.

Getting off the ground, wiping the tears in my eyes, I carried my bloodied pan outside with a resolute yet guilty expression and saw one more man slowly approaching me. The man was just like the man from before. What?! wait what? What is happening?. The man kept on approaching, and I stepped back.

I was confused but decided that I had to do exactly what I did to the man before. I had to kill him too, or else I don't know what would happen. I readied my pan, despite my weak heart, and smacked him right at the chin.

He fell down backwards. I quickly brought the pan above my head and smacked it down on the man repeatedly; with each smack, my face turned more and more grim. The man let out his final few weak groans and died. Am I a murderer now? No, it had to be done; this certainly is no ordinary sickness.

Making out of control noises, they don't seem to be able to speak, and they reach for me with their mouths open as if to eat me. Wait, this sounds more and more like a zombie virus, but how? I walked to and glanced over the balcony, hesitantly, but my fears became true. Loads of people just like those two were roaming the streets and inside the various buildings in front of my own very two eyes.

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I backed away from the balcony. Holy God! What now! Was that why the police weren't picking up? What am I supposed to do? Maybe survive, I guess; at least I don't have to feel so guilty about killing them. They were zombies, right? They would've killed me instead, so it had to be done, yeah, that's right.

Convincing myself, I gazed around, first at the man, or rather zombie, I just killed, and then at the previous one. Eventually, my gaze landed on the stairs; I should block them, but with what? I would need something large; maybe my mattress, yeah, that should do. I made up my mind and started walking towards my room, but as I gazed upon the door of my deceased neighbor,.

The world has officially gone wild, so it shouldn't matter if I took a few things. I went inside and found a slightly ripped and old mattress on the ground. Perfect! I removed the sheets and other stuff from it and half-carried and dragged it towards the stairs.

I put the mattress against the entrances, letting it lean on the guard rails. That should do it for now; I need to plan my future properly now. I started to walk towards my room, but before that, I came across the mess that I had left.

Argh, I should clean this up. I first dragged the corpse towards the corner of the floor and brought the other corpse there too. I got a bunch of rags and wiped the mess off of the floor and threw them right at the same corner. Maybe if I don't throw them out, zombies can probably smell fairly well and would gather around the mess, which would put me into more trouble, so it's best to be far from sorry, but still, this smell is unbearable. I proceeded to cover the whole mess at the corner with some sheets, which lessened the smell quite a bit.

I'm finally done, now to think. I walked back to my room and settled down on the mattress. So, the first order of business is supplies. Supplies can be taken care of by going to the general store where I worked if other people haven't robbed or taken them already. Wait, people, I haven't seen normal people. Don't tell me all of them got turned into zombies. Well, that is uncertain depending on how fast or how exactly this virus is transmitted. All of the remaining people might as well have been turned into zombies, but that's unlikely seeing I'm still normal even after killing a few zombies. Even though I haven't gotten turned yet, I have to figure out how exactly this virus transmits.

Does it transmit by biting or scratching? Either way, it's best to not have any physical contact with them. Hopefully, there are some supplies left at the store even if people take a look at it. The second order of business should be finding out what exactly happened. When did this zombie virus start? Is it even a zombie virus or some type of disease? When did it all start? Was it when the earthquake happened? But I should've been woken by the people yelling and all the other chaos; whatever the answers to my questions, they won't certainly be found in my room.

It's best; I start collecting resources, and I should check my already collected ones before going over to my mini-kitchen. Some loafs of bread, a pack of water bottles, and a total of 6 ramen packets. I really should've lived more healthily well, whatever it doesn't matter any more, does it?I should check the rooms of my zombie neighbors.