Survivor's diary

Chapter 2

Thursday. 22th of July, 2010. 02:23

Dear diary,

I can't sleep. There are too much thoughts. My hands are shaking, my eyes hurt, and I'm hungry. My dad's sleeping, or he pretends to. He was able to contact my uncle. We're going to him. His house should be safer for us, but I don't know. I keep on having these strange feelings that there's more going on than just a virus.

We'll leave when the sun comes up. We take the car and try to get there as fast as we can. I hope it's safe there. I want it to be safe. I want it to be over.


I'm really scared right now. The electricity just popped out. We had the lights on, and it seemed like they exploded. My dad's really sleeping now, that's for sure.

I don't know what to do. I just keep staring into nothing, hoping it will be over soon. For the first time since I live here, I want to go to school. I thought my life was boring. Now something happens, and I want it back to boring.


I just had a quick look from outside. I had piled up a few boxes and climbed on top of it. I looked through the window. I now wish I hadn't done that. I saw the creepers everywhere. On the streets, sometimes in the houses, in the gardens, in cars. I even saw a couple of dead ones. I saw one of them with that arrow that saved my life too.


What the fuck?! I just looked out the window, and there was this guy with a crowbar. He kept on hitting those creepers, but it seemed like they didn't feel it. There was one coming at him, and he slammed in his head. After that, the creeper fell down. The man stood there, shocked. Then, as if he understood something, he nodded, and ran on.

So now I know how to kill them. The cannibals. The sick ones. But I never killed someone. Or something. I'm not even sure if you can call them 'someone.'

It's finally getting a bit sunny outside, I think I can wake my dad up now. I want to get out of here, as fast as possible.


We're in our truck now, and we got into traffic. It's unbelievable. It's not even that far to my uncle's house! It's not moving, we're stuck in this mess. I haven't slept or eat and I'm getting really pissed right now.

5: 23

O. My. God. I actually can't write right now, but I have to. The creepers are here. They're on the road. They're attacking people in cars. My dad's packing our stuff and we have to


I'm not safe. Not at all. We made it to my uncle's, but even there are creepers. They're all around the house. My uncle's has blackened the windows, but if we make one sound, they all come slamming at the doors and walls, until there's something else that gets their attention.

I finally ate something. And I kinda feel sleepy. We all lay in the living room, 'cause my dad and uncle want to keep an eye for the creepers. There's always a chance they get in. The idea creeps me out.

I don't understand this. I don't understand how fast things change.


My uncle's wounded. He said it happened this morning, that he tripped over something. He's really sick right now, high fever. I'm really worried about him. My dad's trying everything he can. My uncle cries things out about his wife that passed away, and he's making a lot of noise. I try to keep him quiet, because of the creepers, but I don't think I'm doing anything good.


My uncle's dead. He died, in my father's arms. He looked at us, and suddenly, he stopped breathing. I'm crying right now. I'm crying because I'm sad about my uncle, but I'm also scared. Really scared. What will happen to me? What will happen to us?

My dad's staring at his brother. He lays a blanket over his corpse, and says a prayer for him.

He asks me if I want to help him carrying my uncle to the other room. I guess I'll have to.


I'm in the attic right now. I'm alone. Alone in the dark. I don't know what to do. It all happened so fast. I keep reminding myself not to breathe so loudly, but I can't help it. I'm so scared.

Me and my dad were carrying the corpse of my uncle to the other room, when suddenly, it moved again. It started screaming and moaning. I let go of him and stepped back. My dad let go of him too, and pulled the blanket away.

My uncle had opened his eyes, but his eyes were different now. I immediately knew what happened. He had turned into a creeper.

"Dad! Get back!" I shouted. "He's one of them!"

"No! No, he's not!" My dad held his brother's head in his hands and looked at him.

"Isaac, come one, bud, don't play games with me…"

"Dad, let go of him, seriously!" I tried to pull him away from the creeper, but he didn't listen. "Dad, Dad!"

"Isaac, it's not funny anymore! You've scared the shit out of me! I'm so happy you're OK!" My dad ignored me. I saw my uncle Isaac clapping with his jaws, and he moaned, like the others.

I suddenly remembered the wound, the wound on his arm. I pulled back his shirt, and looked at it. It was a bite-wound. He got infected. That's how he turned into a creeper.

I thought about the man with the crowbar, and knew I needed to find something. I stood up, and started running through the house.

I finally found my uncle's baseball bat. In his office, from when he was still a baseball player. I ran back to the hall, but stood still in front of them.

How was I supposed to do it? Just, smash it in?

Suddenly, Isaac had put his teeth in my dad's hand. He screamed of pain, attracting the creepers outside. They started slamming on the walls and doors, and my dad fell down on the ground. He pushed Isaac away. He tried to get a hold of him again, but then I turned off the switch. I held the bat above me, and let it come down on the head. The skull cracked, and blood spit out of it. I slammed the head another three times, till he stopped moving.

I stepped back, catching my breath. My dad looked at me, shocked. I dropped the bat and ran to him.

"O no" I said, as I looked at the wound. "You're…you're infected."

"Vicky? What did you do? Why?" I saw his eyes were getting that creepy colour already.

"Isaac was a creeper, dad, one of them…" I started crying.

"Wait, I'm infected?" I cried even more, and put my arms around his neck. "Does that mean…."

"Yes!" I cried in his shoulder, ignoring the creepers outside. My dad put his arms around me, hugging me back.

"You gotta get out of here, Vick. Now."

"No! I don't want…"

"You have to! I don't want you here when I…"

"Dad! I'm not leaving you!"

"Victoria, listen to me!" He let go of me, and held by my shoulders, looking me in the eyes. "You have to go, to the attic. You're safe there. There's a door, and a ladder standing at the other side. You can make it. I know you can."

I shook my head. I couldn't believe this.

"Please, Vicky, go, now!" He pushed me away from him. I stood up, and slowly walked back.

"Vicky!" he yelled. I turned around. "Take your diary with you, OK? You'll need it."

I nodded, and did as he said.

And now, I'm in here. Alone, with the infected surrounding me. I don't know if my dad has turned yet, and I don't know if the other infected got inside or not. I can't hear them from here, and I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad.


I had a nearly dead experience. And a sorta hard attack. After I wrote in my diary, I fell asleep. I woke up from gun shots outside. I heard the creepers moaning and screaming, and shouting from men. I hid in the closet on the attic, holding my diary against my chest. I put my hand over my mouth, 'cause I was breathing very loudly, and I was crying too, again. I never cried this much in one day.

I heard the door breaking downstairs, and shouting. I heard a weird sound, some kind of whistle, and screams from the infected. More gunshots followed. It went on like this for like twenty minutes. Then, there was a long silence. Even the men were silent. I thought they went away, so I opened the door of the closet. When I did that, I heard a loud laughter downstairs.

"What a nice housewarming party! Ha, let's grab the stuff, and move on!" I heard footsteps, I think in the kitchen, and I got back in the closet. The hinges of the door cracked, very loudly, so I left the doors open. I sat there, listening to the sounds downstairs.

My heart almost stopped when I heard footsteps coming upstairs. I pushed myself as far in the closet as possible, and inhaled. I heard the footsteps going through the house, searching through every room. I closed my eyes, trying to stay calm. The tears just kept coming, I couldn't help it. I didn't want to know how I looked. My make-up was terrible, that was for sure. And I probably stink, I was still wearing my fitness outfit.

The footsteps stopped, just under the opening of the attic. The closet I was hiding in, stood at the very end of the attic. I could see the opening in the floor. I suddenly thought I probably didn't put the ladder back in place. I just pushed it to the ground with my foot when I climbed up in the attic.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" I whispered. I heard the man that was there picking up the ladder, putting it for the opening. I inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled. I heard the man coming up the ladder, and heard the click of the opening.

"No, no, no…." I put my hand over my mouth and my knees to my chest. I made myself as small as possible. I looked at the opening, and saw it going up. I saw the head of the man. It was a rough looking man, with small eyes, dark hair, and a shadow of a beard. He looked with his narrowed hunter eyes through the attic. I stopped breathing, hoping he would not see the crying, miserable girl in the dusty closet. God, I wished this was the gate to Narnia.

He eyes caught mine. They widened, but he didn't move. He stared at me, and I stared back, not able to do anything. We looked at each other, in the light of the moon. It lightened up his face, which was sweaty and full of blood from the infected.

Downstairs, the other man shouted.

"Lil' bro, yer ready?" The man had a southern accent, that sounded familiar.

The man didn't answer, he kept staring at me.

"Daryl? Somethin' wrong?"

"No, it's…nothin'." He kept looking at me as he answered. He had the same accent as his brother.

"C'mon, let go of those dresses, we ain't got time for that."

"I'm comin'."

The man, Daryl, nodded at me, and left the attic.

When the footsteps faded away, I finally dared to breathe again. I gasped and hyperventilated, and collapsed to the ground. I lay there, staring at the roof. It was silent in the house. The infected were gone, the men were gone. I knew this was my chance, but I was just not able to move.

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