I was hiding in a grocery store, the doors were cracked open but I used the shelves to make myself a small safe-house with a lot of groceries. I held out quite a long while but I was down to 3 hp or something, so I figured I should look for a bed for my safehouse...
Upon leaving the safety of the store, all I found was destruction. Every single house was smashed into pieces and I couldn't find anything useful. Armed with a shotgun, I was mowing down zombies in order to find the bed.
There it was...I could see it through a broken window, surrounded by the lights of heaven itself! I immediately stumbled against the former owner and gave him a taste of my shotgun. Proud with what I had found, I dragged the bed at clear daylight through piles of wreckages and blood when 2 zombies suddenly came out of nowhere. I ran out of bullets and meleeing them wasn't the brightest idea either, so I ran, promising my bed that I would return for it.
I think a soldier died or something, because I found some supplies lying in a puddle of blood. Armed with a new shotgun and a small pistol, I returned for my bed, slaying the vile bed-nappers and returning to my safe store.
Days came and went and I was going great until I saw that the shelves in my shop were getting smashed by 'someone'. It seems that every turn, one of the shelves went down. Well, what I saw was in my last diary page: day 7 hour 03 : Sighted first male disciple.
He dodged all my bullets and brutally murdered me