H1Z1 Outbreak Journal: Day 1

I knew there were a few H1Z1 patients out there. The only question was how to recognize them. This early in the outbreak, doctors have yet to release a definitive set of symptoms. Other than the fact that they eat your brains. By that point it's too late. I had in my possession a helmet that I hoped would slow down any zombie's attempts to get to my brains. With my helmet and gun, I set out for the day.

I walked to class cautiously, checking around every corner and occasionally checking behind my back. I arrived safely without seeing any signs of the infected. In class, I found a classmate who was also prepared to deal with any of the infected. We wished each other luck and went our separate ways. Our professor must have heard about the H1Z1 outbreak, because she had us make zombie protection charms masquerading as a hands-on experience with seed germination.

The walk to my next class was uneventful. The most direct path happened to go through an area of low traffic to the ag mall, and specialists aren't predicting that the infected will be as much of a threat on the other side of State Street. They are slow-moving and easily mowed down by cars. Upon arriving, I discovered that one of my classmates had been infected. They had surrounded him, and he never had a chance. Fortunately, the infected seem to revert to their normal human state upon entering buildings. Some specialists suggest that the artificial lighting may be responsible.

I emerged from the building and continued on my way. In a safe zone, I met up with a fellow human and exchanged information. Once again, I arrived at my next destination without problems despite the fact that I had crossed back over State Street and entered high-traffic areas. Inside I found several fellow humans, and we shared our experiences and encouraged one another.

I rushed on to another meeting an hour or so later. All was going well. Too well. I had become over-confident. I didn't check around corners or glance behind my back at any point on my way to Wiley. I was almost there when a touch on my back stopped me cold. I had been infected. The zombie seemed to be new to the disease, so he wasn't as far gone as I had expected. All my protection had failed me. Before I reached my destination, I was accosted by a group of the infected, but they left me alone once they saw that I was one of them.

The effects of the disease didn't set in immediately. I saw a few of the uninfected, but I didn't feel a need to devour them. Yes, I had the feeling that their cerebrums would be quite delicious, but I merely toyed with them from a distance and made no real threats. Later in the evening, I discovered that a few of my friends had become infected. One of them shared a fresh kill with me. I tasted the brains. They were good. My appetite grew steadily. We will see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully plump and luscious neurons are involved.