Nobody alive today will ever forget the Zombie War. The Undead overwhelmed the planet within a matter of weeks, chaos ensued, and the second dark age of mankind began.

For those who survived, some semblance of normality is beginning to return. It has been years since victory was declared. Books have been written, films have been made and life has taken on at least a shadow of what it was like before the fall.

Most of central Africa remains uninhabitable, as do broad swaths of South East Asia. It is unlikely that the Indian subcontinent will ever again see living visitors. But despite the shifted borders and sweeping wastelands, people are finding it easier to not jump at the slightest nighttime sound.

Battles like the Siege of Denver and the firebombing of Chicago have replaced such names as Bunker Hill and D-Day in the post-war lexicon, and the stories of those events are forever seared into the story of mankind.

But for everyone who didn't live through the apocalypse, for the children of the survivors, the names of those places will never be cause for fear, nor memories of hope. Decades will pass and the nightmares will fade until they are nothing but words on a page.

When I found this journal I had no idea if the author himself had survived the war, which is why I wanted to make sure his memories remained. They are all here, posted on the exact date written, a firsthand Chronicle of the Zombie Apocalypse.

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