From the journal of Sarah Richards, April 5

From the journal of Sarah Richards who was raised in Whittier, Alaska. Since the beginning of her journal was not pertinent to the archive, I think some information on the place she grew up would be useful.
This place was known before the pandemic as the "city under one roof". Most of the towns 215 residents lived in the Begich Towers building which has 14 stories and 150 two and three bedroom apartments plus some bachelor efficiency units. It was competed in 1957 as an Army barracks and was first named the Hodge building. The building housed the fire department (volunteer only), the police department (three officers on permanent duty), a laundromat, a convienience store, a health clinich, a church in the basement and even a bed and breakfast on the top two floors. The school was attached to the towers by a tunnel and there were very few other buildings in the town.
April 5, 2017

     We knew what was happening on the mainland. We had heard the news reports before the T.V.'s went black. We had been mostly cut off from everyone else for our winter season. The only way in by land is through the Anton Anderson Memorial Tunnel, or as we local call it the Whittier Tunnel. It is a one lane tunnel through Maynard Mountain and is the second longest tunnel in in North America. It is closed during the winter like almost everything else. That is why most of us live in the Towers. Sometimes, it sucks because everyone knows everyone else and we all know what everyone else is up to.
     Yesterday, we heard this weird sound down in the port. Since the view is so awesome, almost everyone has binoculars, so we were able to look to see what it was. There was a huge cruise ship that had ran aground and it's engines were still trying to move it farther forward. What was really bad though, there were a bunch of people jumping off the side of the ship and I didn't think they were alive anymore. We were screwed!!!
     Everyone went to the school through the tunnel and there was an emergency meeting. Some of the men from town were sent to down the tunnel to the port to make sure that end was closed. They took supplies to barracade the entrance but the Towers are not far from the port, so it wouldn't take long for the zombies to get to us.
     Our police force, all three of them, tried to calm us all down, but really, what good were they going to be against all those zombies? Then they told us to "stay in our homes" and "everything was going to be fine". What a waste of time! Mom and I went back to our apartment on the 9th floor and got ready to defend ourselves from the zombies. Dad had taught us to use the .9 mm pistol and the 12 gauge shotgun that he kept. We had plenty of bullets and shells. We had tons of food in the closets since you never know what the weather is going to do in the winter here. Mom had even preserved a bunch of fruit and vegetables this summer when the school was closed so she didn't have to teach. We were in pretty good shape and I am sure there are others here who were in worse shape than us. I just hoped that the undead would not find a way into our building.

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