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and all
day today and have yet to find Cole or his soon-to-be-zombie
friend. Damn teenagers, they always think they are right. Why the
hell am I even out here? I could just say forget that stupid kid
and head home. But what kind of person would that make me? I hate
my conscience. I have been put through Hell the past few hours and
for what? Some kid that will either be dead or ungrateful that I am
there to save him. Me saving someone. Yeah, I'm a regular
Superman.
    Getting out of the gate yesterday was no easy
task. I had my trusty bat, the same bat I’d used to kill an
innocent man, and some food and water. I opened the gate slightly.
Only two zombies were standing at the front. They were walking
directly into the wall, like a blind dog after moving the furniture
around in the house. They must have been blind before their
"change." I stepped out onto the still-wet sidewalk. The gate
slammed shut. Before I could even think, both blind zombies smelled
their next meal. They both turned toward me with their mouths
hanging open, fresh blood and meat hanging from their incisors. I
waited for them to get close to me. With one strong swing, the bat
struck them both in the head. The bat made contact with the first
one, and his head slammed into the second one’s. They hit the
ground. They were still very much alive, or undead, however you
wish to call it. I took out all my anger on both of them. I bashed
their skulls into the ground as if I were playing the Whack-A-Mole
game I used to play at Chuckee Cheese, only this time, I didn't win
any tickets. Covered in zombie blood and exhausted, I made my way
into the woods surrounding the complex. I decided to keep to the
shadows and avoid fights and confrontations as much as
possible.
    I think humans are losing this war. The
undead were everywhere. Maybe it was the zombie blood covering up
my stench, because there were many times I would pass by a group of
them and they would not even glance at me. I'll have to remember
that. I’m not sure why the blood didn’t change me. Maybe it has
something to do with the blood hitting the air. Maybe whatever it
is in the blood that infects people is suppressed or killed by the
oxygen that keeps us alive.
    As night turned into day, I found a lot of
candy wrappers on the ground, candy wrappers just like the ones
back at the house. I was getting close.
    As I came out of the woods, I noticed a large
building directly in front of me. Of course, it would have to be
the one place to NEVER go during a zombie outbreak. A fucking
mall!
    Stupid kid.
    I have been hanging around outside here for
hours waiting to find a break between zombies so I can climb onto
the roof. Once night falls, I will make my way up, if I can make it
till night fall. This place is crawling with the ghouls.
    Oh. I need to go NOW! There are none around
that can get to me before I make it to the fire escape ladder. Sure
they will see me, but they can't climb. I can make it.
     

Day 14
     
    Shopping malls.
    As if they aren't bad enough, now they are
crawling with zombies. But if you think about it, weren't they
always? I mean, they were full of thousands of brain-dead people
wandering around aimlessly, ready to bite your head off if you got
too close to them. Very little difference. I almost feel safer
now.
    Yesterday, I saw an opening between two
groups of zombies and made a run for it, my ankle still throbbing
from the fall a few days ago. When I got to the side of the
building, I realized the ladder was much higher up than it had
looked from the wood line. By that time, it was too late. I had
committed, and the zombies had spotted me. There was no turning
back. Looking around, I had found an old metal dumpster that I
could push under the ladder. By the time I managed to get the
dumpster under the ladder and climb on top of it, I was completely
surrounded by the undead. Their smell had gotten worse. The fumes
were too much for me to stomach. As I began vomiting, my memories
began