Of all the things to still have power in this desolate town, it had to be that siren… It goes off constantly, day in and day out, and it is almost impossible to get a good night's sleep. But then again, it'd be hard to get a good night's sleep without it too. And I know what you are thinking, "Maybe its other survivors." Well it isn't. I know it isn't because as far as I was aware, I was the only survivor in this airport, maybe in this whole town even.

It sits right on the end of the runway and runs on the backup generators that switch on in the event of total power failure, this system keeps only a few key things turned on, the security room, where I was lucky enough to make my base, and security cameras, emergency flood lights, which only gives enough light to know where you are going, the automatic doors, which can be turned off in the security room. And of course, that god awful emergency siren in the control tower. Which isn't the worst thing in this world, I mean, it keeps those… Things… away. They like to stand at the bottom and claw at the sides of the watch tower to try and get in. But the only door in on the outside is a door that's locked manually from the security room and needs a security badge to open from the inside. The only other entrance is through the underground walkway that was used by employees to keep personnel off of the tarmac while planes are taking off. Now I make sure they booth stay locked, in case I ever need to get in there to look for supplies.

I've made my base inside the security room, where I can monitor the entire airport from the security cameras. Not many of those things wander inside here but the ones that are still here block the exits, and without a gun, it's impossible to get around, all the rest have sort of found their way out of the airport and either wandered to the tower or into town to look for more people to attack. It keeps me relatively safe and I am able to go to the food court for food if I run out or down the hall to the employee bathroom. Sometimes I even run down to the luggage claim area where bags were left unclaimed during the outbreak, I can run the belt from the security room, and I have yet to run out of bags to root through when I need things. I've used the top of the suitcases to block off the security room windows, it's safer if they can't see me. Last week I awoke to one standing outside the window, he wasn't moving, or trying to get in, he just stared and stared unmoving, with his jaw unhinged, tongue hanging out. It was truly unnerving, and I had to sit against the wall beneath the window for 3 hours before he hobbled off.

Even after that scary experience I still liked my little room, I could control the doors and lights and see where the things were. I made a plan to break for it if the path was ever clear but had no way of protecting myself if there was more beyond my view. I kept an eye on the watchtower, more and more of them were there every morning. When I woke up I'd count them and I'd count them again before bed to know how many had came. As sick as it sounded, I liked to give them names and lives and imagine who they had been before this happened to them. Mary was a nurse, I figured by her scrubs, I imagined she worked in the ER, the most accessible area, with its big bay doors leading into the emergency room. Hector was a man who looked like a gardener, he had on big work gloves that looked like they were covered in dirt, but honestly it was probably dried blood from fighting off his boss while he attacked him as he was finishing up his evening yard work for them. And Mavis was a short little one, I figured she had been happily sitting in the old folk's home right before one of the things burst in there and chewed up her ribcage. Ruining the cute little shawl and sundress she had worn. It's good to have a sense of humor and imagination in this world. Rick and Dana were the security guys who had tried to flee only a week prior to now, they had been hiding out in the tower, waiting for help, and when none came they tried to make a run for it.

While I watched the things at the tower I could also survey the entire airport. I was able to find a sleeping bag and pillow a couple days into this hell. Which made sleeping on the ground in the security room much more comfortable. And inside suitcases I've found baby wipes and deodorant to keep me clean after my travel bag had been thoroughly used up. I've also found stashed candy bars and snacks that give me a good pick me up when I need it. I suppose all in all it could be worse. I could be out there, with no supplies or safe haven. Or worse yet I could be one of them, doomed to wander about looking for people to sink their rotting teeth into.

My motto for life, starting 10 weeks ago when I was set to fly to Arizona for the summer was as follows: "I'd rather be in here with myself, than out there with them."

At least that's what I had been saying, until they showed up and messed up my whole routine up...