Robbie turned. I don’t even know when the fuck he got bit. We only had two encounters in the past week, and we hadn’t seen anything for four days now.

Then this shit. I remember the first time I met Rob. He worked at the Gigabit Computer’s, next door to the cafe I visited twice a week. He sat down next to me ranting about how crazy the rest of the world was, and we were quick friends. How ironic, we had no idea what was in store for our “crazy” world. You’d never think a computer geek could hold his own with a zombie attack, but Robbie was a tough sonofabitch. Now he’s dead.

I suppose it’s a matter of time for the rest of us. Everybody is on edge, especially Tamara. Christ, he almost ripped her throat out when he finally turned. One second we’re sitting there talking, the next he’s red-eyed and blood-thirsty. I nearly killed Tamara when I shot him. The blood was everywhere. Hell, it’s still everywhere. For some reason it doesn’t act like normal blood. Once they turn, the blood coagulates into this pasty, sticky mess that bonds to everything. It’s as if the blood emulates the zombies, just begging to spread.
Why didn’t you say something Robbie? I suppose I wouldn’t either. My hands are still shaking. I’ll be surprised if I last another week.