Zombie Apocalypse Journal Entry

It has been two days since I became a victim of one of those demons. I still have motor function, but I'm starting to see the effects this virus has on the body. My range of movement has since been reduced to about 60%. Necrosis is setting in. As I'm writing this, my mind seems to be drifting elsewhere. I can barely focus. I didn't think the virus would attack my brain this quickly. I'm frightened, I don't want to become one of them. So here I am, standing hundreds of feet above my final grave site, watching the ashes fall away only to stain the snow covered tracks that seem to expand endlessly before me. I hate birds, Crows in particular. The Crows...it's as if they're laughing at me...like my life is some kind of...of...joke, but I'll show them...I'll show them I know how to end it all...As written history falls to the journals of the few that remain, we also fall prey to the chaos of knowledge. God help us all. - Justin Stowell 3/2/2013 Day 36