Seth Conley's Journal Entry 2

22 December 2012

Today marked the first day of a different world, and I must say that it was odd to feel like a prisoner in your own house.
I did not get a bit of sleep last night, which was expected concerning the current events. I was also trying to deal with the guilt of killing my zombie neighbor Greg Huffman. He was a good person, and though he was trying to kill me I still feel like I ended his last chance of coming back to (human) life, if his body had not risen by now. He could still be in this house, which terrified me.
Before Steven and Jennifer woke up I silently tried to contact Janet. No one picked up the phone after the fifth attempt, and I now fear for her. Clearly it indicated that the events that happened here were the same there, and that was hundreds of miles away. This awful infection must have reached around the world, but how? I chose not to waste my day pondering and making radical opinions, so I returned to my kids.
Steven had just woken up, and he was staring blankly at some boxes. He more than likely knew what was going on. He was smart, and I think he was trying to understand that this corrupt fantasy was in fact our new reality, as I was trying to do. Jennifer woke up, but started to cry when she realized that she was back in this nightmare. She hugged me tight, and started telling me that she wanted her mommy, and that she wanted everything to be normal. I started to rub her head, feel her brown hair against my fingers, but I did not reply. What was I to tell her?
She was saying that she was getting hungry, and I told her that I couldn't get food because there might be bad people upstairs (she thought Greg was a robber). Steve knew the truth, but Jennifer didn't need to know about the walking dead surrounding us, but unfortunately she would find out soon enough.
I would say it was about two when I heard the group. They were moaning, as if in a neutral state for zombies. Jennifer was starting to say something, but again I put my hand around her mouth before she could say anything. Steven kept silent. It sounded like that they were going upstairs, but I wasn't taking chances. I had my shotgun ready to be fired.
What happened next reverified my zombie claim. I could hear them chewing and eating, but I didn't know what it could be, but then it hit me. It was Gregory Huffman's dead corpse! They were devouring him! I started to cringe as well as Steven. Jennifer started to weep silently on my shoulder. It stopped after a half hour, but it was awful for my little daughter to hear demons feasting upon the remains of a former neighbor.
After everything seemed to quiet down up there, I asked Steven to see if he could find some kind of weapon. I would have to go out for food eventually, and if I were to die they should be able to have something to guard themselves, though I hope that time will never come. He looked at me as if shocked by my request, but searched through the boxes. There was nothing to be found among all our junk...
As of this moment they have not attacked us, so they must not scent or feel the presence of living flesh. They could still see, and would attack with full rage, but I did not know about their hearing. They also cannot resurrect (or at least in one day). We did not eat all day, but really hunger was irrelevant at the moment. I will try to contact Janet again tomorrow, and maybe attempt to go upstairs to get food and supplies.