Notes of Dispair 1

Its been three months since things were normal. Three long frightening months since the initial outbreak in Alderney. My hands have not stopped shaking since. We have to stay quiet or they'll hear us and break through the doors. So when I hear the screams from outside I cant open the door and welcome human beings with open arms. I just let them die. Or at least temporarily. Whats the point anyway. Whats the point of living? Why live in fear? Its clear there is no one to pray to, no hope of something greater in life.
We left a small part of the window unblocked so we could see outside. Cadavers walk outside. They are missing eyes, fingers, entire limbs, but they still walk. One got caught in the barbwire the other day. I watched as this grotesque deformity of the human body thrashed back and forth, ripping itself open. The stench was so vile, i thought death was creeping its way up my nostrils. Its still out there, decaying, rotting, falling apart. When death is the only thing around you, it makes you wonder if your still alive.

Dude this is beastly on so many levels, im definately waiting for a second entry

DAMN! that was poetic almost...in a creepy way...

if death is creeping its way up your nostrils maybe you should lay off the coke for a while keep going that was amazing..

Ahhh!
Thats actually quite vivdid. Good use of imagery.
Oh I feel like an English teacher.

Little short but thats fine if the text is very good...i could nevr do these out break documentations because my english sucks and i dont have such a good imagination...

loved the last sentence btw