It really didn’t take long for society to fall. I had seen people kill others for food and supplies over the last two days. I had seen children abandoned by parents and old people left to fend for themselves. Hospitals had been abandoned by nurses and doctors alike as everyone …

But I’m rambling; I’ve done a fair bit of that in the last two days. I’ve found myself looking out over the short distance to the mainland lost in thought countless times. And here I am again. I’m meant to be catching rabbits, I’m the designated hunter. Chosen for my age rather than any hidden ability I might add. I’m the youngest you see, and just about the only one capable of running at all, the others are either too old or too overweight. If I don’t catch something soon then the others will slim down quick enough though.

My name is David Williams and I’m twenty two and in my final year in business college, though I doubt I’ll ever have to take those final exams now.

I looked over at the crude trap I had fashioned. It looked pretty good and I had to admit that I was pretty proud of it. I reckoned it would work too if a rabbit actually came close enough but I had yet to find the proper bait. I knew rabbits ate lettuce but there was no lettuce on ‘Shit Island’, this was my endearing name for the island. Did I mention the birds? Well there are thousands of them on the island and every one of them seems to shit constantly. If one more of them hit me, the average for me is about twenty hits a day, I swear I’m going to catch it and eat it raw, preferably while it’s still alive and feeling the pain. I have fashioned an umbrella from braches and leaves that does nothing for my macho image but as I said earlier there’s no babes so what the hell? But back to the bait, I was still experimenting with various green leaves, grass and anything else that a rabbit might find palatable. So far though, I have had no luck. Not surprising I suppose when you consider that the island was abundant with plant life.

The sun burned as well. Do I seem to be complaining a lot? Well things are a bit fucked up at the moment so you’ll have to forgive me. If the dead rising and the presence, or possible presence, of a killer wasn’t enough we also happen to be in