First Day of Infection
Food. Walking. Fast. Hungry. Walking. Hungry. Walking. Hungry. Very hungry. Food. Food.
Third Day of Infection
Not hungry anymore. Another. Stronger. Still hungry. Food walk very fast. Find more food.
Seventh Day of Infection
More food stand up after they die. Weird. Brains don't taste good, but that means less competition. More food for me.
Fourteenth Day of Infection
I think more. I feel bad. Food cry before I eat them. They cry and cry and beg and beg. But I'm so hungry. I always have to eat more sad food.
One Month After Infection
I watched my food today. I watched my food for a long time today, when it was bright until it was dark. Then I attacked it. I took a bite of its arm. I didn't eat it all. I let it go. Then it ran and cried. I followed it. It kept running and crying until it fell. I looked at it for a long time. Then my food stood up, decayed. Not food anymore. Just one of me. One of me that doesn't like me and is hungry like me.
Two Months After Infection
So sad. I am very sad. All my food has decayed. But they don't cry anymore. They are all probably sad and can't cry. Or maybe they are sad and they don't know. I don't want to eat anymore. It doesn't make me full, and it never will. But I'm so hungry! I really don't want to eat anymore. I make too much food sad. But I can't stop eating. Can't stop being hungry.
Maybe I just have to be dead.
Five Months After Infection
The last of the zombies are dead. We can't find any more infected units still lingering on the streets. They were either killed by us in self-defense or sweep groups, or they somehow got themselves killed. Thinking now, after the crisis, the way the got themselves were pretty funny. Some fell of a high ledge or some