Friday July 30th, 2081.
Diary,
I have started this diary to record the events of the zombies apocalypse for future reference.
We thought Dr. Kovic's condition was a mere swelling of the brain? How wrong we were. The supposed virus was something much more sinister. It was something they showed in the theatre, something you watched on television. It wasn’t something that was meant to exist in real life; The zombie apocalypse. Dr Kovic never really was dead. He was just in a sleep like state, while a parasite in his brain infected him. Within minutes of reaching the morgue, Kovic was alive again, and he was not the smart reasonable man he once was. He was a violent, diseased monster who instantly attacked everyone in sight, killing the fortunate ones. The others were condemned to a worse fate. They were infected, turned from decent human beings into deadly creatures of pure chaos. Their flesh rotted, their eyes bulged, saliva dripped from their blackened mouths. The unprepared public didn't stand a chance. The hordes rose, hunting down any sign of human life. As the human population decreased, the zombie numbers soared. Even the most remote village in the north of Russia was not safe. Only a few made it out alive. 2 from my village, to be exact. Myself and my sister, Katarina. She is out there somewhere. And I will find her. I swear it.

I hope to live another day in this nightmare.

Yuri.

Friday July 30th, 2081.
Diary,
I have started this diary to record the events of the zombies apocalypse for future reference.
We thought Dr. Kovic's condition was a mere swelling of the brain? How wrong we were. The supposed virus was something much more sinister. It was something they showed in the theatre, something you watched on television. It wasn’t something that was meant to exist in real life; The zombie apocalypse. Dr Kovic never really was dead. He was just in a sleep like state, while a parasite in his brain infected him. Within minutes of reaching the morgue, Kovic was alive again, and he was not the smart reasonable man he once was. He was a violent, diseased monster who instantly attacked everyone in sight, killing the fortunate ones. The others were condemned to a worse fate. They were infected, turned from decent human beings into deadly creatures of pure chaos. Their flesh rotted, their eyes bulged, saliva dripped from their blackened mouths. The unprepared public didn't stand a chance. The hordes rose, hunting down any sign of human life. As the human population decreased, the zombie numbers soared. Even the most remote village in the north of Russia was not safe. Only a few made it out alive. 2 from my village, to be exact. Myself and my sister, Katarina. She is out there somewhere. And I will find her. I swear it.

I hope to live another day in this nightmare.

Yuri.

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