The first one came today. I don't know what happened to him but he came and tried to bite me. My friend whacked him with a metal pole. The man died. Mike dragged the body outside and burned it. Suddenly we saw more of them. They were moving slowly, limping. We ran inside and propped stuff against the door. That should hold them off for a while. I began looking around the house for things to defend myself with. In a cupboard I found a Glock with two clips. Mike boarded up the windows and we sat down. We turned on the T.V but there was no signal. I turned on the radio. Static. I changed the frequency. Still static. Suddenly the static hissed to a clear silence. No noise. Nothing. The people begin to bash on the door. "That barricade won't hold for ever." Mike says. "I know..."
