From the recovered entry by Steven Jackson, Stanford University Bookstore, April 1

This entry was found written on receipt paper in the Stanford University Bookstore. No one was alive in the vicinity when the entrywas found. It was written by Steven Jackson, who was one of the employees of the bookstore. He helped hide everyone in the store, employees and students when they pandemic started.

April 1, 2017

Steven Jackson at work in the Stanford University Book Store.

     I am writing this down because I am the last person alive in the bookstore. There were ten of us in here when the zombies stormed the school. We closed the doors, turned off the lights and hid in the back until the screaming stopped. We have been living on the food that was sold in the store and on the water, sodas and energy drinks in the coolers. Of course, they were not cold by the time we drank them because there is no electricity and the store is really hot without the air moving.
     We covered all the windows with clothing, blankets, anything we could find and have kept as quiet as possible since it began. But the undead now know someone is in here and thump on the windows day and night. For now, the windows are holding, but I don't know how long this will continue.
     We were doing alright for the first 70 days or so. We had all agreed to how much food everyone would get on a daily basis to conserve what was here in the store.  We stayed quiet and as far from the windows as we could. The zombies had started to wander off after they hadn't heard us for more than 30 days. There were only a couple of zombies hanging out near the store and they were almost dormant because they hadn't had any stimulation for so long.
     Then, on the 71st day, Bill got sick. It started with a cough and got worse really fast. We tried giving him the medicines we had, like Dayquil and Nightquil, but he just kept getting worse. His cough was really wet and sounded horrible for a few days. Then, others started to cough. Within five days, Bill was almost dead and five others were following behind him. On the 77th day, Bill died early in the morning and his girlfriend, Stacey, was devastated. She had already been coughing for three days and was really scared she was going to die too. None of us thought about the possibility of Bill coming back, he hadn't been bitten or anything. We put his body in the very back corner of the store room and continued to try to help the people who were sick.
     Stacey would get up and visit him in the back and cry for hours. The afternoon that he died, she went back and we all expected the same thing to happen. She would be back there for at least an hour and then would come back out to join the rest of us. But instead, we heard her make a startled sound and then start screaming. I rushed back and found Bill, renimated and attatched to her neck and shoulder. There was blood everywhere and he was making this sound somewhere between a growl and a moan while chewing on the woman he said he loved. John, one of the students, picked up a metal display shelf and whacked Bill in the back of the head. It stopped him cold, but Stacey fell to the ground bleeding to death in front of us. We tried to stop the blood flow with shirts and other clothing, but she died in my arms while I tried to comfort her.
     The zombies outside heard her screams and started banging on the windows, which drew more of them to the outside of the store. I didn't realize that there were so many right outside our safe area. Everyone else was starting to panic and I had to calm everyone down before they got out of control. I got everyone else back in the store and out of the back, then went back with John. We knew that Stacey would be coming back, she had been bitten afterall. He used the same shelf and took care of her brain before we covered them both us with some boxes and went back out to the store.
     We decided as a group that the four people who were sick like Bill would be moved to the other side of the store, away from us not infected yet. We set up the spot for them and took the last of the cold supplies and some food and water for them, then we went back to our side. I know now that it was too little, too late, but no one knew what else to do.
     Over the next three days, all the infected people died and John and I had to take care of them so they didn't come back. We did not need anyone else getting bit, our situation was bad enough already. I was hoping that when the last person coughing died, that would be the end of it. But we were all infected and didn't know it yet. The last few days have been really hard. Slowly, everyone had gotten sick since those in quareteen died. We all knew what it meant, but we still were hoping to somehow be rescued. Why we still thought this, I cannot say.
    I am the last one alive here in the store. I know that there is no one out there alive now. I have given up hope and know that I will die withing the next day or so and there will be no one to take care of me so I don't come back.  I think this is what is really bothering me. I made sure that no one else came back, but I know that I will be coming back. If I had a gun, I would shoot myself to stop this from happening, but there is only so much available in a university bookstore and a gun is not something that is here.
     I can feel myself getting weaker and hear the zombies outside getting louder. Maybe they will break through the windows before I die from whatever bug this is. I don't know what is worse. Getting eaten alive by zombies, or dying and coming back as one of them.
     If anyone finds this, know that we did our best to survive. Please, God, let people survive and kick the zombies asses. Maybe the world will return to normal some day. That is all I can hope for now.

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