August 19th - 11.00am

 Dear James

The world ended for me the day that you were gone, I think it ended for everyone else about ten days later. I can't be sure of the exact date. All I know is that when I surfaced and decided I would face the world again, everything had changed. 

I got up, washed, taking the longest shower you can imagine (and I am really furious with myself now for wasting all of that water!). Then, I was ready to go outside. 

I was halfway down the driveway when I spotted the first one. For a moment, it looked like you. Not as you were before, but how you appeared at the end, rake thin, with your cheeks and eyes sunken in; but it was up and moving, not lying in bed hooked up to morphine. 

I'm lucky, it had its back to me and there was only one. It was dragging its left foot and making slow progress past the garden gate. Like an idiot, I just stood and watched it shamble past. 

It was rotting already, they are all rotting. Dirty rotting corpses up and moving around. It sounds ridiculous, unbelievable. Saifu, Walkers, the resurrected, geeks, the infected, goddamn real life Zombies. 

I'm not even sure how I made it back inside. The next thing I knew I was sitting in our hallway, my back to our front door, crying and rocking. 

James, it is the end of the world, and I am all alone.

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