text: I gotta write this shit down man. Never been into journaling before but the worlds gone mad. Its been raining for over a week now, non stop. The weather channels can’t make anything of it, and they say that it’s raining EVERYWHERE. The fuck is this, God’s great flood? They’re telling us to stay off the roads, people are crashing all over the place. Can’t see 5 feet in front of you. Boss shut the office down until the weather clears. On the bright side, it’s paid, so I won’t have to worry about Lander being up my ass about rent. The Police said to keep your doors locked. Apparently people are losing their minds, looting houses and markets, breaking into homes and attacking people. This whole thing is like a mushroom trip gone terribly, terribly wrong. Mom says the same shit is happening in Pennsylvania, so the news is right. I can’t believe how easily some people give in to panic. Societies fucked man! Alex got a gun from his brother just in case, but I think we’ll be fine. The deadbolt on the front door is pretty serious. We’d hear anyone before they got in. The News said the military is on its way. The riots have gotten out of control. Dozens dead already here, and it’s happening everywhere. Some people broke into the News station and beat the shit out of the News Caster on live television. They cut the program and haven’t come back. I can’t believe this, am I dreaming? The phones don’t seem to be working properly. Alex said it’s probably the military messing with the systems to try and redirect power to essential infrastructure. It makes sense - I couldn’t call my Mom but I could call the number for the local safety broadcasts. The military is still telling everyone to stay inside and don’t go outside for ANYTHING. It’s weird though, I haven’t seen a single soldier or vehicle in days. But we can hear gunfire coming from downtown. We can’t know what’s going on anymore because the News still hasn’t started broadcasting again, all the television channels are down. I hate to say it, but I’m starting to get scared. Alex thought he saw someone outside our window earlier, like a silhouette. He swears by it. I didn’t hear anything or anyone, so I’m not sure what he’s talking about. I haven’t seen or heard anyone besides him for almost a week now. We barricaded the windows by ripping apart the firewood pallets just in case. Alex is usually right, so I’m going to trust him. We left just enough space so we can see out of it, but it’ll be damn hard to get in, that’s for sure. Alex is freaked the fuck out. I don’t know what he thinks he saw but it scared the piss out of him whatever it was. Some fucking lunatic broke into the house today. He was on bath salts or something, I don’t know. He didn’t even have a weapon, just busted the fucking door down and ran in screaming and started grabbing me. Alex had to shoot him. We called the police to report but the phone line was busy, and I thought I heard someone talking on the other end, but no one answered. Couldn’t drive over there to report it either. Nobody came over or said anything, they had to have heard the shot, the fuck is going on? I don’t think Alex is okay... I tried thanking him but he seems like he’s in shock. We don’t know what to do with the body. I’ll put it in the basement and try the cops again later. Phone lines won’t call anywhere, they’re all down. We heard voices coming through. At first I thought I was hearing things, but Alex heard them too. They spoke to us. Not sure what they were saying, but I know they were speaking to us. I felt it. Can’t really describe it. Not touching the phone again. We gotta try the radio. Police have to have the radios still up. That body is starting to smell. Power went out today. Thankfully we have a backup generator, but it doesn’t cover the whole house - have to conserve the power. Just the living room and the kitchen, Alex and I will sleep on the floor and the couch. I gave Alex the couch. Dudes been through enough. No way he’s sleeping on the floor after what he did for me. Everything is down. Radio won’t connect, tele broadcasts have stopped, phones won’t work. It’s just static. Went into the basement to bury the body. Couldn’t stand the smell anymore. It’s fucking GONE. I’m freaking out man. Where the fuck did it go? Did Alex move it? Maybe outside? Maybe he couldn’t stand the smell anymore... I’m afraid to ask him. I don’t want to bring it up, he still hasn’t gotten over it. He’ll barely speak to me, he’s always staring at the walls and listening to the radio, trying to get a signal out. He hasn’t been the same. Shadows. Shadows in the black. Doesn’t make sense but they’re there. Our flashlights can see them, you shine at the wall and the light can’t go through something. Something’s there. I can see them. Can they see me? Alex lost it. He’s just been staring at the radio, listening to static. He won’t move or respond. When I talk to him he just looks at me, but he doesn’t speak. I’m not even sure it’s him. He’s talking to the radio when he thinks I’m out of the room. I think I can hear someone speaking back. I Have to get out of here, but where? I can hear them. Everywhere, always. They’re in the noise. Can’t use the radio, that’s what they use. Same with the phones. They’re in it. They’re inside. The rain. The rain is hiding them. Out the window, I saw shapes where the water wasn’t hitting the ground. They weren’t human. They weren’t me - I’m me, they can’t be me. Alex locked himself in his room. Won’t let me in, won’t come out. He took the radio with him, all I can hear is static coming from under his door. I’m leaving tomorrow. Gotta tell him, get him to come with me. Something took Alex. All I heard was screaming, static, silence. Busted the door down. Blood everywhere, black everywhere, no sign of Alex. The radio is still on but there’s no power to it. I can hear them. They can hear me. They know I’m here, they want me here. They want all of us here, all of us in the darkness. Not me. Getting out of here. I can’t listen to them anymore. Won’t become like the others. Alex, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you like you did me.