.: Day Ten :.
They come from all corners. Silence. Biting mind numbing silence. Even the wind sleeps, all there is is the constant drone of the outside, thousands and thousands, from here to York, the radio is static the TV wires are cut the taps are leaking brown fluid and the gas is soon to go. We lost the dog to the horde and now we can't even go into the back garden because three of those shambling monstrosities have broken down a gap in next doors fence and are parading around trying to catch the pidgeons. When this will end I don't know but we can sometimes here artillery shells firing in London, I just wish we could get out and see. At least they can't break in, although very slowly they are tearing down the barricades.
It's weird, It's the silence that gets you, the terrible silence.