Day 1

10:01 PM

Never in my life did I imagine something like this would happen. It feels as though the horror stories you see in movies and television merely sucked you right into the dark part of their world and imagination. Only, this is much worse. We've been barricaded up here for 3 days now. Our food supply isn't what we had hoped for. Less than a mile downhill is the little convenient store, but I'm not certain what's been going on there. Chaos, murder, simply an area you'd be smart enough to stay away from for now.

There's only 2 of us. My husband and I were able to make it here to my family cabin. But what of the rest of my family? Terrified thoughts control my mind when I even begin to think of my family. Where are they? Are they alive? Will they make it to the cabin?

I thought it was a joke Monday afternoon. Life had been just like any other day. Although the man on the news had announced what had been happening, I didn't believe it. In fact, I ignored it and flipped the channel. That didn't help much, for it was all over the television. All I could gather up in mind at the moment was to sit down on the edge of the couch and watch. And listen. I shook my head and reached for the phone. The ringing startled me, for I didn't expect a call at that instant.

"Are you safe?" Was the question I heard. "Are you safe?" I heard my mom's voice ask again, realizing I hadn't answered yet. "Y..yes, I'm safe. Are you?" I asked back. "Get to safety, Emilee. Please, get to safety. It's real..."yet at this moment, all I could do was listen as I heard screaming and chaos in the background, followed by a disconnection. My instinct was to dial back, my hands trembling, my heart pounding, my head spinning. No answer. The phone slipped from my hand, and I headed for the closet. Pulling out my blue backpack, I knew there were only so many things I could carry with me. If only I had read that ridiculous Zombie Survival Guide; of course, it didn't seem too ridiculous at this point.

I headed to the bedroom, pressing the combination to the gun safe, cursing to myself when my trembling hands couldn't get it right the first two tries. Finally it clicked open and I grabbed the Glock and loaded it up. The ammo came next, and I piled it into the backpack. I felt tears burn my eyes, and I mumbled to myself once again. My heart was ready to burst out of my chest. Was my family okay? I quickly went to the bedroom closet, loading up the shotgun ammo. Grabbing the machete came next, and I put it in the backpack. The 2 shotguns were slung over my shoulder. I turned around, feeling my body hit another. A scream managed to escape and I reached for the Glock.

"It's me!" I heard, and looked up to see my husband. A sob escaped at this point, and I hugged him. He took the Glock from my hands, as well as the backpack. "Everything's fine. We need to keep moving" He told me, and all I could do was nod my head. "Take another backpack and grab everything canned we have. Canned vegetables, whatever. Boxes of food, tape, toilet paper. We need to load up what we can fit in here. You can do this."

And I did.

I would continue on for now, but it's time I go. It's dark, and late. There are too many other things which need to be done.