"When There is No More Room in Hell, the Dead Will Walk the Earth"

Dear journal, Today I write to you because I can remember how special this holiday used to be years ago. All of the fun of dressing up and pretending to be something you weren't just for one night- those days are over. There is no longer imagination, just a dark glimpse of reality, a self-inflicted punishment. You see, I decided to join the army reserve a few years ago to pay my tuition. Who would have ever thought I would actually joined, it was only going to be a weekend overseas thing. Schools, businesses and homes are all boarded up, and the army reserve is in charge of keeping the peace. Things between the two just kept on getting worse and worse, threats were made over who was the toughest -and were finally met. Both sides started to get into chemical warfare, copying one another's technology and strategy. One chemical in particular was unleashed on both sides, which is why I'm here today and why the rest of New York have been shut down. It's why I am here to document and defend the innocent.

Chemical D, as the press dubbed it, was a chemical virus that enabled the dead to be revived. They walk the ends of the Earth, in a quest to partake in the taste of our fresh flesh. Scientists explained that the dead bodies go through an endless chain of rigor mortification; ingesting new flesh is the only thing to ease their temporary pain, the pain of being dead. What type of world of world do we live in now? Endless floods of our loved ones coming down to hunt us, jealous of us being alive. They keep on coming; an endless flood of corpses will always come as long as the war still rages on. Not to mention that if you can survive their attack, ever if you're merely bit or scratched, the virus slowly runs through your body within a matter of hours. I've seen it plenty of times within my squadron, so now once we have someone infected, they're instantly extinguished by a shot to the brain before the virus contaminates it.

But the zombies themselves aren't so easily extinguished. We deal with the pain of killing our own loved ones by brutally ripping them apart by bodily dismemberment. They can only be stopped when there's nothing left to chase after you. This is the hell we live in now, a world without peace, joy or love. We live in fear. Hunted down by endless armies of the dead. Many consider this is an act of warfare. I consider it an act of God. My family had always been raised in the highest of Presbyterian values; my grandfather himself was a preacher, he had always warned us about Judgment Day when mankind would be punished for all its sins. He claimed one punishment in particular was when the dead would rise from their graves. The human race has been fighting amongst themselves for years. But now I have to go, my Captain just notified me that 23^rd street is full of the rampaging ghouls; perhaps today will be my day to walk the ends of the Earth in this living nightmare.