Is this the end?

Oh, holy fuck. Please, please, anyone on my flist that's in the US or Canada. GET A GUN AND HEAD FOR THE HILLS!

God, I can't believe that this is actually happening. I'm on my sister's laptop right now, holed up in some motel west of Madison.

My parents, my sisters. I don't know what happened to them. I was just driving to work this morning, and you could see the bodies. God, some were twitching. I just don't know what to do.

I've been trying to get a hold of Wilson, Jamie, Katie, Erica, the Sarahs, but I've been getting nothing. If they're like the rest, just husks, I don't know if I can do it.

Please God, I don't want to become like them. They're not human. The wrongness of it all is making me sick.

If anyone is still out there, or has any news, please call me. God, I need to get out of here, someplace safe. I don't know where to go. All the cities are infected, and I'm so afraid. I don't want to die, please. Not alone.

Please, just someone. Please be safe. A gun, baseball bat, hatchet, anything. Just don't let them touch you. Don't go into the dark.