I’m sitting here now...I’m not sure what I read anymore from the prints is real or not. I’ve been given the signal to leave the studio. You’re fighting something that can’t be won. The pandemic is as follows...Get out of there now. The dead are returning to extended reanimation and are attacking any humans in sight. No ****. If you find or know anyone who has been bitten, please show no remorse for your own safety, take all supplies you can and please find somewhere safe. Just like last time. I’m getting out of here, we’ll be switching over to the EBS...That’s uh, Emergency Broadcast System. No more Intel to give, eh? God strength and god speed, may peace be with you. End of. Beeeeeep. The image of the Hispanic man flickers suddenly, I see a moment of fear in his moving eyes and then the original beep of the EBS signals. The sound of the studio is still heard. Keep them out, we can make it! I’ve given out the last broadcast-.They’re gone and the beep returns. I sigh, peek out of my windows into the suburban street, the horizon dimming, light fading, infected coming. The shambling corpses all over the street, the flickers of flames from cars and debris give off a shadow play of zombies in the street. I see a little girl, her face torn and bloody, and a teddy bear scraping on the floor behind her; a father clinging onto a son, both of them nibbling on the leg of a dog. I’m tooled up, I’ve got my gun, my family have gone, mom and dad ****ed off to Vietnam a few years back to help recuperate the war. I was in school last year, 1985, what a year it was. I checked the gun, my father’s Luger, four rounds. Better than nothing. I had no plan, no way of escape, I’d watched Day of the Dead earlier in the year, I’d been a fan of Romero’s work ever since the original Living Dead which dad let me watch one night a few years back, after that, he snuck me into the cinemas to watch Dawn and eventually I went to see Day. I had no quarrel with this situation; I knew exactly what I was looking at. I had a talented director and writer to thank for that. I keep my eyes focused on the outside, the slow, dumb corpses continued to shuffle around, eyeing the flames every so often and turning their heads at the occasional muffled echoes of random gunshots. I have no plan, no idea what to do, or where to go. Do I go to the Mall? The shop down the road? Do I stay here? What shall I do? Stay and fortify the house  Leave the area and travel to the local Mall  Head to the Store down the street  Try and contact a friend  Try the Radio and Television  A little game I've decided to make, just to help my writing and use of tenses and such.