Don't listen to the media skewing. The slanted views you've undoubtedly come across have been designed to mislead and placate you. Numb you into being a happy hive-member.

Don't be fooled!

I *was* there, last night, at the Diary of the Dead Screening-- and I have seen the truth!

I'm just not all that sure what I've seen. It can't be real, I keep telling myself, even now, locked up in my basement stronghold. No it couldn't be. And the worst part of all of this, is I'm not entirely sure that I have enough Kraft Dinner (TM) to make it through the week.

So far, the government institutions are holding up really well; I'm not sure how they've done it, but they've managed to stay on the air ways, and keep things quiet. Disguised. Sculpted!

All of my cable TV channels also, seem to be working-- all these star sightings and interviews are such a convenient diversion.

I searched the web, came up with nothing-- it's all been smoothed over. It's like some kind of sick joke. The moral fabric of our society has dissolved, and disguised as entertainment.

But I have heard what Mr. Romero was trying to say-- as if he were speaking directly to me.

It's been hard trying to get a hold of a 12 gage shotgun with all the silly gun laws here, and I'm certain that our fair city is doomed. But for the love of everything sacred, I will keep trying.

All I have to defend myself is a couple of dull $30 samurai swords I got from the Festival of Fear-- and even still I'm not really convinced that they'll be able to penetrate any kind of non-butter surface.

For those doubters still out there, take a look. I have snapped some shots off from the lines-- the epicenter of this unfathomable phenomena.

What are they?

What *were*they?

And what's with this strange neck biting fetish?

I mean, I keep greasing my neck wound with Polysporin (TM) and the swelling just won't go down.

My girlfriend has been bumping around in the bathroom for a couple minutes now, and I'm wondering if she's somehow become one of them, or is just doing her hair.

So if there's anyone left out there now; heed my words... I have... dealt with these things before. Last night.

I'm a survivor. Sorta. One of these things gets near you-- you make me a promise right now!

You shoot it in the toe! It's pretty obvious, really. Shoot em in the toe, and they walk slow...er.