Vampire Among the Zombies: Nightwalkers

I think it is important to leave a record of what happened in Panama City Beach, Florida during the past Spring Break. So I kept a journal from the first day. I don't confess to be a writer so if you are reading this bare that in mind. The virus spread quickly. One day I was sitting at Pinnapple Willie's enjoying the company of two big breasted girls from Iowa State and the next day I was running for my live from the infected. It happened just that fast. Life as I knew it vanished overnight. I am not going to lie and say I am the same 17 year old that came down to Panama City Beach looking for sun, sand and boobs. I am not that person anymore. What am I? I'll let you decide after you read my journal. I hope the readers will not judge me too harshly as I had no say in what happened to me or what I have become. I wrote most of the journal as events happened. The entry that I am writing now might be my last as I do not know what changes in me are yet to come. I might lose the ability to write or even speak or maybe just the desire. If I do not change more radically than I already have, I will hopefully compile another journal of what is to come.