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Wow.

A lot has happened in this last hour.

All good news. Good good news. Finally good news.

I ended up finding Noel. Just in time too. Fucking horrifying.
He was basically backed into a corner with what was left of mike and stan trying to get through this shitty little baracade of bikes he had put together.
Guess they never left after all.
I fucking smashed through those bastards with a baseball bat.
NO ONE FUCKING TRYS TO EAT MY POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND.

Yes. Happy, joking Erin is back.
Why? I’ll tell you why.

After that fucking horrorfest noel and I turned the radio back on and caught the tail end of a message about rescue choppers in the area. So we fucking boot it to the roof with a bucket of sidewalk chalk from the toy department and make a hugeass (and prettiest might I add) distress message.

We were only up there for 20 minutes before the choppers came. And brought us up to a cleared area near Toronto being baracaded by US Military.

Noel and I spent some time in medical just to be safe, but other than a few cuts and lots of bruises, we’re a-ok.

The nightmare is over for now, but rebuilding my life is going to take a lot of time and a lot of work.

Luckily I don’t have to do this alone.

I love you Noel.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
omg seriously.
i am freaking out.
i have no idea where noel went.

i had to go to the bathroom so he came with me and stood outside of the door.
as i was washing my hands i heard him yell for me to just stay in there.
i heard some banging and i just kept yelling his name but he's not answering and i can't stop crying and i think something happened and i don't know what to do.

oh my god.

he better be okay, he fucking has to be okay.
i think i fucking love him.

i need to go find him.

stan and mike are gone.
like for good.
noel and i found one of the shipping doors open a bit and stan's wallet was lying on the ground.

i just don't fucking understand people.

i can't tell if noel's scared or not.
cos i am fucking freaking out.

yeah.. so
i'm going to die a virgin.
great.

noel and i turned the radio on again.
not sure where stan and mike went.
i don't really care though.

i'm not liking who they're turning into.
they're being huge dicks about every decision we have to make.
it's not like we fucking want to be here either!
we're just trying to survive.
fuck.

the news is saying that the government has eradicated the situation for the most part in new zealand - where this shit is supposed to have originated..
they're starting to organize evacuations in london england and soon reinforcements are being brought into the US.

i was excited at first, but now that i actually think about it...
i'm in buttfuck nowhere!
they're obviously going to concentrate on the larger cities first..
they're not even mentioning any help for canada yet.

it could be days??

can we last that long?

there's lots of noise coming from the front of the building.
i need to go.

fuck.
just.
fuck.

things are not good.
like, at all.

i'm shaking pretty hard still.

mark and his brother, jessica, matt, stace, nicole, jeff and lisa decided that it would be a great idea to go and try to find their friends.
fucking idiots.
SERIOUSLY! WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY THINKING?????

mob mentality.
mark for some reason got the thought into his head that his girlfriend was still alive out there. the others weren't hard to convince at all. mark's pretty pig headed...

needless to say, the shit hit the fan pretty quickly.
they took most of the makeshift weapons we managed to scrape together and just ramboed it out the back door.
leaving the 4 of us with a huge ass gaping hole in the back of the building.

we tried to get some sort of baracade back together but we saw a huge mob of those sons of bitches fucking devower all 8 of those stupid fucking idiots.
it was the most disgusting thing i have ever seen in my whole life, but i couldn't help watching.

thank god for noel.
i was just standing in the doorway staring at the fucking shitstorm of carnage and i didn't even see one of those fuckers come up beside me.
noel bashed the thing in the face with a castiron skillet and it fell down.
then he just smashed his head until he died.
is that what you call it? died? the thing was already dead....
i don't know.

in the process of getting the door blocked up 7 more of the bastards got inside.
noel took out 3 of them, i managed to get 2 and stan and mike each had 1.

i can't even believe that what i'm typing is for real.
how the hell is this happening.
these things just don't happen.
they just DON'T.

thank god for noel.

turned on the radio on a whim.
somehow the djs there are still fine, so there is still life outside of this place.
that is good news.
unfortunately there was much much worse news.

it's not just chatham that's under attack.
it's not just ontario
or just canada.

it's fucking everywhere.
they're fucking everywhere.

they finally put a name to the horror.
i would have laughed yesterday.
no one's laughing now.

it's a fucking zombie apocolypse.

god save our souls.

for once i am thankful for the giant eyesore that is the walmart supercentre.
they have everything here.
well except guns.
i was always the one who supported canada's gun laws but now they're not so helpful.
we rounded up all the crowbars and baseball bats that we could but they are only good for close range fighting.
we'd rather not get into that situation.

i used to be a vegetarian before today, but seeing the lack of plant based protiens... i guess we all have to make acceptions to our personal beliefs in times like this.
like mark.. his girlfriend fell behind on our way over here and got swept up in the mob.
noel and i had to drag him kicking and screaming into this place. we knew she was already done for.
i guess we're just numb.
noel and i are the only of the survivors here that came alone.
mark still has his brother.


i really hope some of you are still alive out there....

still here.
a few other survivors and myself made our way to the edge of town and have build up a quasi shelter in Walmart.
We lost quite a few people.
There are 12 of us left.
We're going to get some food together and try to eat something.

Something tells me we're going to need all the energy we can get.

Please don't try to come here.
If you're still alive, stay where you are.
There are way too many.

It's like a fucking movie.
I thought it was a joke at first.
I mean, I joke all the time about this sort of shit.
But it's fucking real.
And not funny at all.

I made this blog for all of you who may be still alive and are worrying about me.
I hope there are some of you left.

In short. No. I am not fine.
Well, I am alive. They haven't gotten me yet, so in that sense yeah I'm fine but when I look around here the word "fine" doesn't come to mind.

I need to go.
Find somewhere safer.
I'm going to try some of your cell's again.
Don't try to find me.
Take care of yourselves.

I'll try to write again later.