January 4



My name is Cyrus Arakawa, I'm 16 and I've just barely left my home in search of food and other survivors.
This is only my first entry in this journal as my sister gave it to me.......right before she changed.......and there was no other choice left.......
She said she wanted me to write in it everyday, to record the events of my life, so that just in case I end up like her, if someone finds this journal, they'll know how one person's life played out in this hellish nightmare.


All I carry with me is a backpack to keep food, this journal, a few extra guns, ammo, and anything else that might be necessary in. I carry 2 9mms that I got from a friend's dad who was in Iraq not too long ago, however since then they have met the same fate as my sister...
The one other thing I carry is a katana, that belonged to my ancestor, who was a great samurai. It was a tradition in my family to clean and polish the katana everyday. But when this disaster struck, I had no other choice but to take it.

The only ones I have lost to this plague are my sister, and most of my friends, I have no idea what became of the rest of my friends such as my best friend, Leon Slater. My mother died a long time ago, when I was about 6 or so. As for my father, he dissapeared looking for his brother.

As I write this I am hiding in a bomb shelter at the bottom of the town library, I'm quite surprised actually that no one else managed to find this place, I'm the only one here. However there are probably others on the surface, however something tells me I'm probably wrong. I'll wait until tomorrow to check, it's getting dark. How can I tell?
I can hear the screams of the mutated up above getting more and more violent.
I'm not going to go to sleep just yet, however I am going to stop writing for now, I need to focus all of my attention on the entry door, there's no telling if any mutants are going to break in, if they do I'll be ready, I'm a good runner, so I'll be able to outrun the mutants outside, but that won't change the fact that I'll need to find another safe place, a haven is what I'll call it.
Anyway, goodnight journal, and if I've died and someone else is reading this, goodnight to you too.
End of First Entry
~Cyrus