Day 2,881

I was glad that the glass was too thick to hear her screaming but god I wish I couldn't read her lips.

Day 2,880

There'd been am accident somewhere up the road, the radio wouldn't say how bad or how long they'd be stuck waiting for traffic to clear either. After five hours an emergency broadcast cut through the afternoon's soft jazz and told them to abandon their cars before they were seen.

Day 2,879

She held her breath as it began to squeeze its gangly body through the doorway, hoping that the blood she'd applied earlier that evening would mask her scent enough for her to slip by as it headed for the bait.

Da 2,878

Ice cold hands shook him awake and he bit back a scream as he locked eyes with the rotting corpse of the man he left for dead.

Day 2,877

There were days when it felt normal to lock myself away in the closest bunker til the blood rain had passed. There were days when I couldn't remember any other way of living. There were days when I felt like it'd be easier to die than love like this any more.

It always passes, is what the radio tells us, and true to their word it does always pass. What it leaves behind, however, varies from puddles deep enough to drown the unsuspecting to gargantuan corpses of creatures that couldn't possibly have existed in our world to shadowy echoes calling our names in voices long dead.

Day 2,876

At this point it was straight up taunting him, standing a few paces away but always within eyesight. So far nobody else he'd asked could see it and he usually ended up saying it was a joke or an obscure Internet trend they just hadn't heard of yet.

It was easier to lie than to admit he'd been followed by something that looked like eyes and meat poured into a spiderish shape and left to dry in a pile of sawdust. 

Day 2,875

The woman in the video didn't seem to be able to see the gaping maw of the creature behind her but she certainly seemed to hear it.

Day 2,874

 I don't remember much of the day when the sky turned red and burned our eyes. Mother's arms kept me shielded til she could lock me away in the basement.

For all I know I'm the only one who can still see. It's hard to say for sure when nobody will talk to me, not even so much as a 'hello' when they throw food packages down the stairs.

Day 2,873

The boat was still where they left it, half-hidden under the closest tarp they could find. The boat was not as unoccupied as they'd left it.

Day 2,872

As the searing pain faded and her vision slowly returned, she was unfortunately able to see exactly what she had been doing.

Day 2,871

His blood dripped from his dessicated throat and fell the gaps in the floorboards above her head as she tried not to make a sound whil his killer was still so close by.

Day 2,870

From the brief glimps she managed to steal before it spotted her, it was something skeletal and vaguely humanoid with stolen skin stretched tight over much larger bones.

The sound of tearing flesh echoed throughout the otherwise vacant streets as it chased after her.

Day 2,869

Their screaming was so loud he could hardly tell if they were still outside or if they'd finally broken his barricade, either way he didn't dare leave his hiding place to check.

Day 2,868

It's low, mournful howl echoed in his ears long after he'd cut off its head.

Damned thing didn't want him to forget.

Day 2,867

The body floating in the pool didn't look as human up close.

Day 2,866

He left his skin by the door for her to discover.

Day 2,865

What washed ashore might have been human once but a long time had passed since then.

Day 2,864

You could barely see the shambling corpses for how densely the flies were swarming around them.

Day 2,863

It was her house but it didn't feel like hers any more. She felt watched, she felt like an intruder and with every step she took, the feeling only grew worse.

Day 2,862

He staggered to the window, grabbing onto the handle to steady himself and as his eyes sluggishly focused on the sweeping townscape outside, a deep blue light began to sweep over the houses. With every pass the town grew quieter as each individual light, bar his own, was shut down.

Day 2,861

It sat down beside him with a heavy sigh, all the air around them seeling to quiver and grow painfully cold as it drew a deep breath to finally address him.

Day 2,860

The fog was so thick that we had no way of knowing if the island was still there but, with the mainland fallen, we had no choice other than heading north and hoping.

Day 2,859

It wouldn't move unless there was something warm nearby - even a matchstick set it off in sharp, disjointed movements, set its hunger off in sharp, twisting pangs.

Day 2,858

Unblinking eyes peered through the pitch black void where her portrait had hung for seventy odd years.

Day 2,857

The shadow tilted its head from side to side like a curious puppy before whispering in her sister's voice "This place has lost its safety. This place is falling down, down, down..." and it continued to repeat the word 'down' til she opened the curtains a dispelled it with the hazy light of the sunset.

Day 2,856

By the time they reached the elevator, the rot had already taken hold of it and blocked their only means of escape. As they turned around, the hallway began to turn and heave under the strain of the thriving decay.

Day 2,855

A shuddering his passed its mottled lips as she yanked her knife free from its stomach.

Day 2,854

It was dark when he woke up and it took him a good long while before the walls stopped spinning enough for him to realise that they were pulsing... breathing...

Day 2,853

 They laughed, hidden among the tall grass as the sky darkened and the the screaming began.

Day 2,852

Her head lolled to one side, bone jutting through broken skin as she somehow managed to stagger towards him.

Day 2,851

The basement was it's stomach, she realised, as she tried not to gag from the strong stench of bile coming from inside the gurgling boiler.