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to the hospital, because the parking lot is full. The doors
have been broken, as have most of the windows. There are a few body
parts laying around on the lawn and blood splatter on the walls. I
doubt anyone in the town made it out alive.
    All day long, we have been sitting in this
house, watching and waiting for our chance to head toward the
hospital. When we go, it will have to be a very fast trip. We can't
take any chances. My arm is killing me, so I will be nearly useless
against an attack. If we shoot any guns, it will attract lots of
unwanted attention from the undead of the city. I have a paper
slicer handle I found in the marketing building; Spook has a wooden
flag pole. We both have guns with us, just in case things get
really bad.
    There are pictures hung on the wall in this
house of an old man and his wife. I have been looking at all the
pictures around the house; it looks like a nice family. I think
they have either two or three kids, but I'm not sure. In some
photos, there are three kids, but in some there are only two. They
were also very clean people. There isn't a single piece of paper
laying out anywhere. It looks like everything is neatly in its
place. While going through the house, I found some really nice
clothes that look like they fit me, so I cleaned up really good and
changed clothes for the first time in quite a while. It is strange
how nice clean clothes feel on your body when you have gone this
long wearing bloody and stained clothes. It was like a shopping
spree for us. In a matter of hours, we had gone through every
square inch of the house. We took what we thought we could use.
Everything else, we left wherever it fell. We laughed, thinking
about how upset the old woman would be if she came home and found
her house in shambles. I doubt she will ever come home, though.
    So we have decided to make our way to the
hospital later this evening, whether it is totally safe or not. If
we don't get back soon, Ken may not be alive.

Day 39
     
    Well, we were all set to go yesterday when
out of nowhere, three zombies attacked us! I don't know how they
got in, but Spook heard a noise in the kitchen. We grabbed our
makeshift weapons and headed that way. When we got in the kitchen,
they quickly turned to look at us. Now, I don't think they have any
brain function other than to eat, but I could almost swear we
startled them. Their dead white eyes got wider, and their heads
swung to one side, mouths open, salivating for dinner. The smell
that came from their bodies almost made me vomit. Being dead for
over a month, their bodies were also decaying more than I had seen.
These three looked like they had been dead—or undead—for quite some
time. The skin around their wounds had turned black from rot; dried
blood covered their faces. These were also starving zombies. Their
movements were quicker. It seems the hungrier they get, the faster
they become.
    Before I knew it, they were upon us. Their
teeth snapping closed like a dog’s. The first one went after Spook.
His wooden flagpole came crashing down across the first one’s face.
Once he hit the ground, the second jumped towards Spook. With a
somewhat awkward grace, the pointed end of the pole impaled the
second zombie under the jaw and up into his head, killing him
instantly. Before I could say anything, the third one was after me.
I pulled my pipe back, ready for the kill, when a hand grabbed my
ankle, knocking me off my feet, my weapon sliding across the floor.
When I hit the ground, I was face to face with the first zombie. He
flung his head toward mine, desperately trying to pull my face off
with his teeth. I moved back just in time, but the third one was
swooping down onto me. Spook ran up behind the third one, grabbed
him by the head, and pulled him off me. I reached around for
something to bash the first one’s head in but found nothing. I got
my feet and ran into the living room, grabbed a very heavy glass
lamp, and made my way back into the kitchen.