Day 1

The city is quiet. Too quiet.

I woke up this morning, but something felt wrong. No sounds. No cars. No voices. I thought maybe I was still dreaming, but the silence didn't feel like sleep.

I looked out the window. The streets were empty. There was no one walking, no one driving. Just… nothing.

I don't know where everyone went. I don't know what happened.

I went downstairs, but the hallway was empty. No one in their apartments. No sounds. No movement.

I don't know why I feel this way, but I'm scared. I haven't seen anyone, not even a neighbor. I don't know if they're all gone or if they're hiding.

I walked out the front door. The air felt thick, cold.

The streets are deserted.

I saw something I didn't understand. There were people, or maybe they used to be people, standing in the middle of the street. They weren't moving like normal people. They… staggered. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were empty.

They didn't speak. They didn't make any sound at all. They just stood there.

I stayed hidden, watching them. I don't know if they saw me.

I didn't know what to do. Should I run? Should I go back inside?

I couldn't make a decision. I just watched.

They aren't human anymore. What happened to them?

I stayed hidden. They didn't seem to notice me. They just kept standing there. Then one of them moved, slowly. It walked toward a man who was running. It didn't chase him. It didn't even seem to care. But when it reached him, it… bit him.

The man didn't scream. He didn't even fight back. He just collapsed.

I don't understand.

I don't know what happened to him. He didn't look dead. Not like I thought dead people look. He didn't seem to be alive, but he didn't die either.

I don't know how to explain it.

There are more of them now. The street is full of them, moving in strange groups. They don't move like people. They don't stumble randomly. They move in sync, like they're following something.

They're not just wandering.

They're working together.

I don't know what to think.

I'm scared.

I don't know what they are. I don't know what's happening to the world.

I'm hiding in a bookstore now. I don't know what else to do. The door was open. It felt safer here.

I don't know if anyone else is alive. I don't know if they're all like those things outside.

I don't know what happens next.

It's been a few hours.

I stayed in the bookstore. I thought it was safe, but the silence is getting worse. It's too quiet here. I can hear my heart beat too loud.

I thought maybe if I waited long enough, I could figure out what to do next. But I haven't figured anything out.

I heard something outside, just now.

Footsteps. Not like the ones I've heard before. These are slow, dragging. The sound is faint, but it's there. I don't know if it's one of them or something else.

I don't know if I want to know.

The things outside—they don't look like people. Not anymore. They move in groups now, but they don't seem to notice each other. It's like they don't care. They don't even react when someone falls. When they bite someone.

I don't think they feel anything.

I want to leave this place, but I don't know where to go. I don't know where the safe places are anymore.

I thought I'd be safe in the bookstore, but the windows are big. If one of them sees me, I don't think I could get away fast enough.

Where is everyone?

I keep writing, to maybe calm down a bit, im not sure anymore.

I don't know if I should leave or stay.

The footsteps are getting louder now. Closer.

I can hear them dragging across the street. They sound so wrong. I don't know how to explain it. It's like the world is holding its breath and waiting for something.

The door to the bookstore is locked, but I don't know if that will matter. What if they can get in? What if they don't care about doors anymore?

I keep thinking about the man in the street. The one who didn't scream. The one who fell without fighting back.

What happened to him?

I can't stop thinking about it.

Are they like us? Or are they something else?

I can hear them outside. There's more than one. Maybe more than two. I don't know how many. They keep coming closer, and it's too quiet. The footsteps are too quiet.

I'm hiding behind a shelf now. I don't know if it will help. I can't see outside. I don't know where they are.

But I hear them.

They're getting closer.

I don't know how long I can stay here.

I think I'll try to sleep. Maybe I'll be safe here, in the quiet. I don't know what else to do.