Day 47: Dead! They're all dead! I don't know what Happened. I don't know if someone didn't shut a door tight or someone fell asleep. I just woke up to screaming. There were hundreds of zombies in the store. They got in somehow and caught us off guard. I fought as many as I could, but didn't do enough. I saw the bodies of the Halloway family. All of them torn limb from limb. Rick was no where in sight, so I fended the undead off and somehow escaped the store with one pistol and a backpack full of food. Eeyore managed to make it out too and followed me til I ran out of breath and broke into a house for the night. I can't believe it. Its just like the day this all started again. I didn't do a damn thing to help them. Maybe if I would have taken the night shift or took more precautions this would not have happened. I feel like such a failure. Is it really worth running anymore? Is God punishing me? Maybe I'll just give in and just shot myself in the head. I wouldn't want to come back as one of them. I don't know what to do...