I woke up in a house lit by the first light of morning. My head ached from the hangover induced by the drinking the night before. It was a mixture of celebration and frustration that caused us to drink a little bit too much of the vino. When I saw Gary in the doorway of the farm house last night, …

I think I nearly shat myself walking into that apartment. I looked ridiculous. I’d put thick layers of clothing on in case something tried to bite me, and the yellow marigolds just didn’t go with the ensemble. I’d even wrapped duct tape around my arms and finished the whole thing off with a poncho. Brandishing the crowbar, I had entered …

I woke up early with the sun and with a strange determination that I needed to leave. My car was in the secure garage in the basement, but how secure would it be knowing that those things had already broken into the building. I filled two backpacks with everything I could carry. I already knew that even touching an infected …

I woke up to my own stink. Everything was quiet, but I could sense something in the air. For some reason I was in the bath. I could have really done with a shower, but I just had this image of a zombie hoard breaking into my bathroom whilst I was trying to clean my balls. I gave the shower …

Only the foreign channels were playing on TV. I’d woken up on the sofa to a screen full of static. Turning the channel, I learnt that NATO had quarantined the entire country. That kind of put it all into perspective. I don’t know why, but something about how the morning felt made me keep the TV volume way down, and …

It’s been two weeks since the outbreak started. There is no running water and all the electricity is out. We are in Gary’s Mum’s house. She’s in Ireland visiting friends, but we haven’t heard from her in over a week. We don’t know if Ireland escaped the infection or not. The house is relatively secluded on the outskirts of the …

My name is Stephen Mulligan, and I’m not sure how long I’m going to live. I want to tell you what happened, how this all came about. But I only know some of it. I don’t even know what the point of me writing this is, because who the hell is there left to read it? There are only three …