1:

It's been weeks since the apocalypse, and I haven't heard from any human. The monsters come in herds, and rounds. I stay in my basement, with only my thoughts. Food and water is running low. Am I even safe?

-T

2:

Now I'm going crazy! I don't think I can last for much longer.

-T

3:

Someone's in my home, I can hear them. The doorknob to my basement is fidgeting. This maybe my end.

-T

4:

They're here, I'm one of them. I won't be needing this anymore. But if anyone sees this, tell my wife I love her. Well, loved her. Now the only thing I love are brains.

-Z