Entry 2 ~ Goodbye, Malaysians

7 July 2014
2045
Location: Apartment 0

Reflections:

It's been 3 weeks since I've been cooped up at home alone. Since civilisation broke down. I feel like I'm slowly going mad, being on my own with only my cat and books for company. I wonder if there's anybody left outside? How long will I still have electricity? It's a miracle the internet still exists, though Google stopped working today. Good luck, Australia.

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I have...had...many friends online, thanks to a game I play. You meet the most random of people online. Before there was ANY sign of the Problem, I developed a friendship with a guy from Canada that most people would call crazy.

This dude, is zombie obsessed! He plays zombie games, he watches zombie movies, and even believes that a zombie apocalypse will happen. Everybody laughed at him. Well, I guess the joke's on us now, huh?

Thanks to him, I'll refer to his handle as Zaph, I got what I considered then as crazy emails containing "Zaph's rules to surviving a zombie apocalypse". Hell, the crazy fucker saved my life. When we were first drafted by the UN to investigate the problem, I started re-reading his emails. We were sworn to secrecy though, and we weren't allowed to leave the lab or contact anybody for fear of generating panic. It was the hardest rule I ever had to live with.

When the government started implementing curfew, half of my lovable fellow Malaysians refused to follow it, believing it to be yet another attempt by the government to spread lies. They held rallies all over the country. The other half of us were safely locked up at home, or in my case, in the lab. That's when the horde invaded, via the Thai border.

In the northern state of Kedah, anti-government rallies were held and thousands attended. When Problematic humans crossed the border, there was chaos. Many were likely bitten but escaped. Cowardice, or misplaced confidence perhaps, led these to seek refuge with their families behind barricaded doors. 2 weeks later, the whole family would be infected.

The military was called upon to secure against the invasion and to enforce curfew. Nobody was allowed to loot. "WE MUST REMAIN CIVILISED!" become the national motto. Food stuff was parceled out, no hoarding was allowed. Those who could afford to leave the country, did. I called my family, told them what was happening, in direct violation of the law, and gave them copies of Zaph's emails. Nobody's been responding to my calls though. I'm not sure if I could live with myself for not doing more. I miss them. Mum's last words to me were to "Fight on". I cry everyday.

The military started to fail against the relentless rabid creatures that were no longer quite human in May.  Everyone fled southwards, which seemed like a good plan, except Singapore started having Problem cases of their own. I stayed behind in Kuala Lumpur. No point moving up and down. Dead is dead, except I'm still alive.

Not everybody left the city, we weren't hit by the Problem yet, though it was coming in a matter of days when the evacuation started. I raided for food, no law officers were left to enforce the curfew. I took only what I could carry. That was 3 weeks ago. I'm running low on supplies. Tomorrow, I will have to venture out of my apartment, my headquarters for the first time in nearly a month. The radio died 4 days ago, along with the television. I guess, there's nobody left to run programmes.

My mind is wandering, panic is setting in.

Before I end this log entry, I should post up a checklist of items I should attempt to obtain tomorrow. If anybody is still alive and reading this, I hope this helps.

Edibles:

• As much canned food, instant noodles and drinks as I can carry
• Gas stoves and portable gas canisters
• Cat food

Supplies:

• Rope, as much as I can get my hands on
• Containers for gasoline
• Gasoline
• Medication: fever pills, anti-histamines, bandages
• Magazines, have you watched World War Z? I did just last week. Wrap your arm with magazines and you can fend off bites for awhile at least
• Duct tape, lots and lots of duct tape

Weapons

• Guns, damned if I know how to use them, but I'd rather have them than not
• Machetes, long knives, axes, or motherfucking swords from lord of the rings.
• Cudgel-weapons. Malaysia doesn't play baseball but by God we play cricket and field hockey

Best not to get overly ambitious, being too greedy will slow me down.

End log.