March 21st, 2059

This is going to be one of my longest entries in a while. But I'll get to the point. It's been a solid day since I was bitten but I've shown no symptoms of turning. I keep thinking of telling someone, but who'd believe me? During breakfast with mom and dad there was a news report of strange sightings. And the very sightings matched that of the zombie I saw yesterday. And to top it off, a detective was invited onto the news set and what he said next sent chills down my spine.

He discovered these when he was investigating the cause of the sightings. Apparently these strange sightings only started after the victims started taking the newest age drug. Why people are so obsessed with never aging, I'll never know! Looks like karma came to bite them in the ass! Apparently the scientists that made them mixed up something with the drug in the process and it wasn't until the drugs were distributed that they realized. That's malpractice! They don't deserve to be professionals if they're going to be that foolish!!

Due to the mistake the scientists made, the drug began to have the opposite effect. It not just aged them dramatically to the point their skin started to slowly fall off, it also warped their DNA and turned them into zombies! Well that explains a lot! As of now it hasn't fully spread yet thankfully. The detective finished it off by advising the people to keep themselves and their loved ones away from this drug. Minthe09. Dad laughed it off and made a comment about how if the zombie apocalypse were to happen, I'd be the first to run for my life.

He was referring to me being a track runner. I laughed nervously. It's too bad my track running didn't help me with escaping the bite of that zombie. I'll be honest. I still live with my parents as of now, (that doesn't mean I'm pathetic. It's just because I'm waiting for the opportunity to find a decent priced house. Nearly everything is expensive nowadays! My god!! But at least I contribute by sending them money from my job, as thanks for taking care of me and giving me life.

I'll move out soon enough. I work at a construction site and it pays good enough money. Anyways I left after and went to work. I got home tired and didn't waste any time. I started packing weapons and necessities. I packed sanitizers, bats, and yes guns from my dad's drawer, gloves, masks, knives, food, helmets, goalie pads, my charged phone, charger and a chest protector along with bottles of water. I put them all in a big bag.

I did however get caught by my mom and dad. They were confused as to why I was doing it. I decided to tell them regardless of if they believed me or not. I begged them and told them I was serious and they exchanged looks. My mom placed a hand on my shoulder and told me that I was never the type to joke. That they'll believe me. My mom carefully checked the bite on my neck and asked questions about my health.

I assured her I was fine for now. All three of us got ready and could only wait for when shit'll hit the fan. I was nervous and I asked my dad where we'd go when the zombies will start taking over.

He ruffled my head and smiled then replied saying that we'll adjust according to the situation.