Write a journal entry from a zombie apocalypse by a person who doesn’t realize that they have been bitten.

I don’t know how it happened. One minute I was living my life like normal, and the next I woke up to a world full of zombies. At first I thought I was just dreaming, but then I realized that this nightmare was real.

I don’t know how long I’ve been wandering around this undead city, but it feels like forever. I’ve seen so many horrific things that I’ve lost count. I’m tired, hungry, and scared. But I keep moving, because I know that if I stop, I’ll die.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, but I refuse to turn into one of those monsters. I’ll keep fighting, no matter what.