My fears come true

We had something happen today that I can't quite explain, but I completely understand.

The moaning that we heard the other day has done nothing but get worse. The screams started soon after, coming from people trapped in their homes and businesses. Earlier today, Brad called down from the roof that a man was running towards our location. I headed up to the roof and saw the man coming, but what frightened me more was what was coming behind him. We now knew where at least some of the moaning was coming from.

I could tell from a distance that the man was bleeding heavily from a huge gash in his arm. He was heading for the front doors at Cabela's, screaming to be let in. I knew what was going on, so I yelled down not to let him in. I told everyone that we couldn't compromise the barricade at the doors. The man was already dead.

Billy Johnson began yelling and cussing at me, saying they couldn't leave him out there. He and a few others moved to open the doors to let the man inside. I begged for them to stop and ran down from the roof to stop them. They would never believe what was really going on, so I didn't bother right now. I was stopped by two others and the man was let in. The only thing I heard as they fixed the barricade was "What are those things?"

Without telling anyone, I grabbed the man they had let in and pulled him quickly to the gun viewing room. I forced him inside, closed the door behind him and grabbed the nearest rifle and box of ammo. I tried to explain to everyone that this man was infected with the virus that was released, and we had to keep him quarantined for a time to make sure he wasn't contagious. The protests from the others were quickly put aside when the moans and banging from outside started.

We then heard Brad yelling from the roof. Everyone ran up top and was greeted by what I had seen earlier: a sea of moaning, decomposing, deadly zombies. Yes, I said zombies. I started to worry when I first heard the report from the news stations and eye witness reports. I had just read a book called "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks and could recognize some of what he had talked about. I never thought that it would actually be true.

I was still standing guard over the man in the gun room. He was banging on the doors and yelling at me to let him out. He stopped when I pointed my rifle at him. The others from the roof began screaming and asking what to do. I yelled up that everyone needed to get a gun, head back up to the roof and shoot anything that moves. I got no arguments.

They've been up there for about three hours now. The gunfire is becoming more sporadic, so I think they are almost done. As for the man in the gun room, he's almost done as well. He hasn't been able to stand for about 30 minutes now. I figure it will be only about an hour now. I'm not looking forward to watching him change, but the others need to see. They need to understand what is happening here. Then they will be prepared to face what's coming.

God help us all!