Day 7

I wanted to clarify a few things in my last post. Namely:

'Officially'
What is happening
Who I am
How did I, of all people survive
The purpose of this

To start. 'Officially'. My first encounter with a Rani was Day -1. It ran into me rolled over me as I fell and grabbed hold of my friend. It clawed at him savagely, and at first I was awestruck laying on the ground, then reality hit me, and I hear my best friends screams over and over. I'm a coward in all honesty, but for some reason something clicked in me. I knew something bad was happening, and I wasn't going to stand idly by. I tried pulling it off him, but was thrusted back and awkwardly hit a corner wall, others realised too and tried to help, for the first time in my life I saw police officers in the right place at the right time. They rushed over, and subdued the thing as best they could. None of us knew what was happening at that point in time. He scratched at them with bloody stubs of fingers and I stumbled over to my friends motionless body, his eyes gazing just off center to something miles behind me. He was dead, I didn't know how I knew, but I did. The eternity of time it took for a riot van to arrive to take the arrested thing made no difference to me, I just crouched in pain trying to think while my hand was pushing against my friend in pulses to wake him up. No one helped revive him. I saw why when I took a step back. Not a lot left of his chest. Just scraps. I guess thats all you need to know there for now. It's definitely all I want to remember.

What is happening. We die, we come back, we kill some more. These Rani's are just like you and me, and have more respect for their neighbours than chavs. They never break 100 decibels unless someone is there to eat... They stumble, fall, get up, fall, chase, eat, stumble, idly stand.
How does the infection work? I don't know, really wish I did. Blood, fluids in general, meat, vegetables, fruit, animals, airbourne or waterbourne. I mean if the last two are true I'm definitely immune, but I cant take that chance either way

Who am I? I'm a guy who fluked survival. If you want to learn about me I really don't think you'll learn any more with me telling you than you reading below and above, and I'd rather not think about myself before... If I do it becomes too real I can't bare real just yet.

How did I, of all people survive? Following my friends death I had the day off of work. I was home alone asleep when all the warnings came and went. My family went to work that morning, I'm yet to get any message past my brothers "I'm sorry for anything I've ever done". That's what actually woke me up that day. I mumbled like I always do, wondering if it would be some message asking how I am, that they heard and worried about me, but I saw that and realised that something was off and all my sleep desires vanished. In the same moment a banging came at the front door. I edged out of bed, still sore from the attack, and wandered to the banister. Blood covered the translucent window of the front door.
I pulled some clothes on and walked downstairs. My better judgement warned me against opening the door, so I looked around from the living room window unable to see anything out of the ordinary for a moment until I saw it. Another, so much like the one the day before. It leered at me across the street. I don't know how it could see me, I couldnt see people inside standing right by the window this time of day... (I fear now they have extraordinary sight as their pupils don't diliate, so they seem to notice any movement day or night. Unlike us it does not hurt them which such light would for us).
It ran screaming at my window banging at it repeatedly.
I turned to the drawers to get the window keys. Hell no I wasn't going to let it in. I locked all those windows and rushed to the backdoor to ensure all was locked there.
I found my dog cowering. I went to stroke her but she just tried to bite me. I guess she just knew. Knew somehow something was horribly wrong, and she wasn't going to let anyone near her.
I made my path upstairs and got dressed into what I am now wearing. Grey fleece, blue jeans, black tshirt, white converse, not exactly good for hiding, so I packed my dark jacket and shoes, spare tshirt and socks. I knew what trench foot was, and I wasn't getting it. I add that I am stating my clothes colours for a reason that I'll come to when I recap later days.
I finished packing the things I thought I'd need other than clothes. Like a few snacks high in energy a notepad, a book and a bracelet left to me which I prayed gave me luck. Then there was a crashing noise from downstairs. I grabbed my phone, which turns out had literally just died itself, and headed down.
I got to the kitchen and saw my dog was no longer there, and nor were the windows in the backdoors. In fact all I found was her collar in the garden. I don't know even why I headed out but I did, i picked the collar up and took her dogtag off, adding it to my bracelet. I turned to go back in and saw, in horror, what I had just walked past.
The thing that I saw outside the front. God knows how it got to the back garden, but he did. But in true horror movie style it must have heard my sharp intake of breath as it stopped shambling on the spot in the corner and turned to face me. It lunged and I ducked. It hit a post in the garden head first. Hard. It didn't move again. But I panicked still more so as I heard more noises like it had made. I rushed inside and grabbed my bag, it seemed heavier now I knew I'd have to be running.
I ran, and pulled myself over fences away from the noise, slowly towards the main road. I amazed myself. I've always been able to run, but I learnt so quickly that day that I can run for as long as I need to. And I soon found that I'd be needing that a lot.
In hindsight, I should have stayed home, I should have moved the kitchen table and cabinets to block that doorway and stayed hidden, but as they... used to say... Hindsight is a wonderful thing...

I'll recap more of Day 1 later, but it's already late, and this is already too long

The purpose of this? It is a message for everyone out there. A survival guide if thats even possible. If I stop posting, then you know I did something wrong, and you know when to stop following me. Hopefully it will lead people to find me, or maybe you are safe, and you can just let me know things will be okay eventually.

Today Day 7...
I decided that it would be a smart idea to save some energy and stay here. In the past few days I've heard on my mp3 player loads of AM and FM not to stay still as the bad things roam in cycles, if you are safe now and you move, you should remain that way. I say my mp3 player. I mean the one I'm currently using. I've picked up a few with radio capabilities so I can stay in touch all the time.
But I'm sorry strangers, I'm staying here, I need rest. Just one more night.
I barricaded the appartment with the guys table. Yes I made sure to use gloves to move him, I'm still not risking getting blood on me. I tell you now, the smell is wretched but better than the wafts of smell on the street.
As you can see I've had time to put ideas together and i've actually had time to work on cleaning my clothes and getting semi-fresh food.
I do worry though. I have been troweling the internet and theres not much activity. The occasional post here and there but its all a bit confusing, the posts may be machines used by hackers I guess, designed to randomly post. How strange that they may be all that remains of that person...
I hope they just isolated the internet domains. I mean I dont seem to be able to access all the sites on my netbook (piece of crap actually good for something now I've charged it. It being light helps so much)
I intend to rest now, in my cupboard room like last night.
So I end again until tomorrow.

I hope you make another day