Diary of a Dead Man
"One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Michael Jones. This is day one of my video log, or vlog as some people like to call it. And I will be recording my life and thoughts on this camera, in the hopes that someday in the future, someone will watch it and, basically, know my story.
So, I'll start off by introducing myself. Like I said, name is Michael Jones. I am 27 years old and I'm from London, born and raised, and that is where I am currently located, in this cramped, ramshackle room. Heh, "ramshackle". I used to be an IT manager. I like drinking with mates, cycling, going to the cinema and stuff.
Ok. I'll be signing off for today now. Oh, and before I go. If you haven't noticed (for whatever strange reason), or they're not around in your future time. There are zombies, like, everywhere. Bye.
Ah hello again! Did you miss me? Of course you did. Today's a special day! Kind of. Today is the seventh day of recording my life. And that means I have survived a whole week in the apocalypse. Woo! Go me! Ha ha… I gotta tell you though. It wasn't easy. That's for sure. Every day is struggle. You have to make sure you've got enough food. You have to rebuild the defences. You have to see… a lot of gruesome shit.
That's the hardest thing to cope with, which I find surprising. Because I used to watch a lot of scary, gory films and I never got affected by them at all. That was something my friends found really weird about me. When I went to see Saw for the first time, all of my friends were shocked that I didn't flinch once. I can't explain it, but I never seemed to be affected by it. Now it's different though.
In real life, it isn't same. In movies, there aren't any grotesque smells that make you want to throw up your whole insides. In movies, the images don't stick in your mind like parasite a eating away at your… In movies, you don't have to put up with it 24/7, every second of every day, awake or asleep. It just isn't same…
Gosh, that was a bit depressing. Geez. Anyway, I'm going to go now, I'll try not to be as miserable next time. Ok, bye.
Day 31 of the video log. Huh, one month has gone by since it started. A whole month. Anyway, back to business. Something interesting happened today. Yeah, very interesting.
I came across a police van today. And it was filled with weapons, like guns and stuff. It looked like the police were trying to hold out before they got swarmed by a horde of the bastards. They used quite a lot of ammo and put up a good fight. Plus, a lot of their weapons got their ammo used up or got busted while fighting. Things like rifles and shotguns. However, all of them had pistols. And fortunately the zombies got them before they could use most of the ammo. Wait, how is that fortunate? People died. What are you thinking? What's wrong with you? That's messed so up! …
Anyway, I have a gun, lots of ammo and I will survive a bit longer. Bye.
Oh God… Oh God… Oh God oh God oh God oh God… Today was not a good day. Not a good day at all. In fact, you could probably say that it has been the worst day of my life so far. And I have been through a lot of crappy days, ever since day 1 of the "apocalypse". But this stands out over all the others, it is the king of all the bad days, it takes the title of: worst day ever!
It started around noon, when I met some guys while I was scavenging for supplies. This may sound like great news. But these aren't the guys you want to invite over to go to the pub with. These are the guys that are going to take anything they need for survival, and do it by any means necessary. As you've probably guessed, we didn't get off to great start. They demanded supplies. I refused to give them. They threatened to kill me. I agreed to do what they say. But while I was taking them to my stash, I started thinking about the consequences of this transaction. I would be short of supplies, they would probably come back for more, and they would slowly starve me to death. I had to take action.
I'm not proud of what happened next, of what I did. At least, I don't think I am. I had to do it. Otherwise, I would be dead in the next few weeks. But they're dead now. What if they were from a group? What if the group can't get food now? What if their group had women and children in it? No! Ahh!
It is day… I don't care anymore. It took me a while to persuade myself to do a video for today. Ever since the "worst day ever" everything just went downhill. But here I am. Did you miss me? No, I didn't think so either. When I said everything went downhill, I wasn't lying. Sleeping has become more difficult. It's harder to find supplies. I just don't have the energy these days.
Oh yeah, and there's some very, very bad news as well. While I was checking my ammunition supplies earlier. I found out that I only had one bullet left. One. Perfect. And now the question is; what do I use it on? There's no point wasting it on a zombie. I am definitely not using it on another human… Seems like there are only two options; ignore it, or use it… on myself. No. That's not an option, I can't do that. I will not do it… But practically speaking, it's the better option. I'm running out of food, and it is a much quicker way to go than starvation… This is my last video log. I hope it brought enlightenment, or whatever. Goodbye friends, forever.