When Zombies Attack

You decide to read the journal on the desk. Maybe it will give you a clue as to what the hell is going on around here.

*Journal Reads*

April 5, 1987
James Madrid

I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. We are running out of time, we are running out of food, we are running out of SANITY. I fear that by morning they will have found there way in here.

*End of Entry*