The following story will be taken out from a journal the owner of which was was near the explosion at Chernobyl.
it is presumed that after the quarantine that this person managed to escape the area and get home.
---------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- --Day 1
Well hello journal i guess. Well if anyone ends up finding this if the worst happens then i hope you can get some understanding out of it. Well it has been 37 days since the explosion and there have been some people walking around but i think they all died from the radiation. And I have tried to talk to some of them but i guess there just super pissed off because whenever i try to get close they just start screaming and trying to KILL me and i mean actually rip me limb from limb, actually there are a few people on my porch right now. I have already barricaded my house all over cant risk them killing me. But there is one that i let in the other day he was about ten and i could see that all the color in his eye had left him. He just sat on my couch where i put him down at and hasn't said a word since. I think ill try to talk to him ill have to keep writing another time.
Day 2
Holy shit the kid went CRAZY i tried talking to him and he just looked up at me with those dead, white eyes and said nothing. Then i went to pat his leg and tell him it was going to be okay but as soon I touched his leg he jumped at my neck and tried to EAT it. I managed to fight him to my sons old room but he wont stop banging on the door its just like he never gets tired or anything. Well i don't know what the things outside are, I thought they were people but they are definitively not. I only have a few pencils and a pen so i think i will only write when something interesting happens. A good story to tell the grand-kids huh. The story of gram-pa VS. zombie world.