Day 2,159

Of all the places to hide from the undead, the crypt of a cathedral seems a little ironic. Who would've guessed they hate the bodies that can't rise to the point where they actively destroy them. As soon as they've desecrated the remains to their rotting heart's content they never return there and thus we find ourselves safer than those that chose to secure common buildings, shopping centres and cars.

We're right at the heart of the city, with hundreds of miles of catacomb tunnels branching out to within inches of the vast majority of the shops and outlets. We can break through a wall, raid the place and hide away among all the bone fragments before the first undead so much as sets foot near us.

Of course they are still slowly sweeping through the catacombs in front of us, many miles in front but still they occasionally come close enough for us to smell or hear them tearing down yet another load-bearing pillar of skulls. At least they're easier to dispatch when they're half buried under bones.