I left the storage room late in the afternoon. Tearing down the barricade, I slowly peeked out the door, crowbar handy. I didn’t hear anything roaming around the house, but I still didn’t know what to expect. No zombies had broken in…the rear doors were intact, the front door and windows. I kept low to the ground to keep out of view, but as soon as the sun set, I left the house. There’s a creek in our backyard, so I opted to follow that instead of waltzing down the street. I probably would have taken the Highlander, but my wife took it to go shopping…my wife…all I can do is hope she is alive…somehow…I just doubt it.  It’s nearly morning, and I’ve climbed up on a high school rooftop for safety. I discovered some unsecured wireless line. Must be from one of the nearby houses. Regardless, this very well may be my last chance to give an account of what has happened here.  The night was hell. I snuck along the creek as quietly as possible. I was hoping I could follow the creek north and west to get to the country and outside the area affected by the chemical cloud. After a few hours or so, I started to think that I was going to make it, that maybe the chemical zombies only lived so long…maybe they all died. An explosion in the distance. Why is the military blowing stuff up still? I heard branches break and the sound of clumsy footsteps. I could see several zombies lumbering towards me. I ran away, still keeping to the creek. I thought I would out run them when even more appeared ahead of me. I readied my Louisville Slugger as I peeled off to the right and away from the creek. They followed. And soon even more surrounded me. It was like they came out of nowhere. I ran towards an office complex and that’s when I tripped…over a corpse. It was…I can’t think of a word that describes how I felt, because as I looked up and around, I noticed even more corpses littered the ground. And not whole corpses. I’m talking body parts torn and shredded, torsos with the entrails pulled out and strewn about. I couldn’t even think enough to get up. All I could think about was blood, flesh, death. Footsteps around me. I gripped my bat, stood up, and swung at the closest zombie. A direct hit on the forehead and the zombie buckled, fell. I run for the office lobby entrance, clocking zombies in the head as I bolt for the lobby doors. I make it in time to shut the doors behind me and lock them. I dashed to the stairwell and ran up to the third floor. I ran down a hall, down another stairway, and out the back of the building. There were no zombies, so I snuck away, across a back parking lot and into a park. I eventually found this high school. I made it to the roof of the high school from where I could see Blackhawk helicopters in the distance, could see explosions, cannon fire. The roof is the safest place for now, but I don’t know where to go from here. The helicopters are getting closer. They just blew up a building not too far from here. I’m going to have to end this message. I need to move. I think they are going to…going to blow up this school…I can see one of them in plain view. I’ve got to go now…the ground is shaking from the explosions...

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