Why, God, why: The Room
Art has betrayed me again
You're tearing me 'part

2013 July 10

There's something different in the air -- maybe it's that half my friends have left for "higher ground," but it's not quite that. Is it that dreaded vacation time -- the one that's just a smudge in my schedule? It's a tough nut to crack, a bit like a stubborn pecan or walnut. Not a peanut, those are easy to crack.

2013 July 11; 1945

Cedar City's a fucking bore.

2013 July 11; 2015

There have been a few too many tanks on I-15 for my tastes. If I need to visit my parents, I'm taking Highway 56. I think they're barricading north of here -- sealing us in, maybe. Still, they haven't closed 56, and I think we'll be able to talk our way out of here.

The question remains -- why would they seal us in? Our defensive mindset has set in. Our current leading hypothesis is zombie infestation, but without any evidence, I'm not making an assumption with so many implications, but Jon's started gathering supplies. I can't help but think he's right to.

2013 July 12; 0800

Shit. I'm drunk.

2013 July 12; 1200

If Jon's right, and Steve's gone for good -- well, today's a good day to be drunk. He's off to the Keys, and if what I've read online is true -- which, I pray it isn't -- I don't think I'll be seeing Steve again. He'd been talking about leaving for a good five years, so I'm not surprised he's gone now, but the timing is eerie.

2013 July 12; 1800

Christ. Evidence is mounting, but I'm not spreading false rumors if I have anything to say about it. The Great Salt Lake Desert is not my first stop in any situation, but now? Christ. Zombies, really?

2013 July 13; 0500

I'm convinced it's an elaborate hoax being played on Digg and Reddit. Or by? I've got CNN.com playing around the clock, and they haven't said a damn thing about Utah in months. I need to sleep.

You can't be too safe, though. We're going to the liquor store, I'm not handling this sober.

2013 July 13; 1900

Drunk again. If you could see the rest of my diary, until three days ago, it read just like this. What a fucking life.

2013 July 14

The stories are gone from Reddit, and Digg keeps deleting every new story -- but I don't know if that means that the stories are false. Does it?

2013 July 15

Jared called ranting about zombies. Weird kid.

2013 July 16

Jared might be right. Jon and Joe have started barricading the doors. We're fucking ready.

2013 July 20

Internet connectivity has been intermittent. I've got cabin fever. We've got enough food to last two weeks, but that won't be long enough to stay. I've seen police patrols through the cracks in the boards over the windows -- I'm still not sure we need them, but Joe insisted. Can these zombies climb or something? Shit.

2013 July 21

Jared made it to Hurricane a week ago, apparently. Jill's in Los Angeles, he says. Wish I was out of here.

2013 July 22

Government denial. Go figure. Keeping an internet journal proves difficult. Limited to 160 chars now. Going to write the rest.

2013 July 25

I got lazy. Surprise. Amazingly, we've still got power. Bet it's gone soon. We've been playing through Grand Theft Auto VII, though -- they really should have slowed down with that fucking series. Same old tired storyline.

2013 July 26; 1500

We've got to get out of this house. I haven't seen anything yet, but the patrols keep moving through. Heard some sound in the hallway; somebody's made it through the front or the side door, but I don't know who.

2013 July 26; 1800

Gunshots. Eerie.

2013 July 27

We took a chance today, and for our efforts, we were rewarded with vodka. It's not delicious, but it's something. I hear they're evacuating tomorrow. We'll see. If I don't have to leave, I won't. I trust these people, and I think, with Tyson's firearm collection -- who knews it could come in handy some day -- we can defend ourselves.

2013 July 28

They're evacuating town, taking people to a facility east of town along Highway 56. That's what I hear, at least. We're going to Hurricane. It's not much better, but it's something.

2013 July 29

The days are as long as they are hard. A few of us made it to Hurricane, but Tyson wouldn't leave. Something about his dead body. I'll believe it when I see it. I haven't seen anything yet. Jared says there's something in Dugway.

2013 July 30

I have no fucking clue what's going on, and I refuse to believe these rumors. Skepticality, you'll be the end of me.

2013 July 31

Cedar City's gone, they say. Fuck that. I don't think they're all dead, but the news outlets would have you believe that. Of course, they kept this whole bundle nice and quiet for weeks when alternative outlets reported it.

2013 August 5

I guess they broke through the barriers in Cedar City on Saturday. Figures. I want to leave, make my way to Valley of Fire or maybe even Zion National Park. Don't worry, the irony isn't lost on me.

2013 August 6

Screams. Fuck.

2013 August 7

Jared's really worried about everything, and I don't blame him. He's "taken up the torch" of recording this bullshit. Mom and Dad barricaded the house with Bill's help, and I can hardly sleep without night terrors breaking my rest.

2013 August 8

There's not much happening now. Jared hardly writes anymore. Seven keeps me company these days, and I've watched every Star Trek tape I recorded in basement. I need more.

2013 August 12

It's still loud as shit outside. Gun shots and screams interrupted by thuds. I need electricity. I'm breaking.

2013 August 15

The silence is deafening. The screams are gone, and I sometimes hear some inconsequential shuffling and barking.

2013 August 18

It rained today. Jared is gone, and he's not fucking coming back. I dont' care what everybody says.

2013 August 20

Josh found Jared's journal. I'd like to say I'm hardened by the tragedy of the last month. I'm not.

2013 August 21; 0500

I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm hungry.

2013 August 21; 1600

They're not touching my fucking dog. I'd rather they ate each other. I can make it at least five more days before I need to eat, and I've got one of those nutrient bars hidden behind a brick in the basement. How cliche of me. I should make it out of this mess if Josh makes it back soon.