The man stumbled into the hotel room hoping to relax and forget about the zombies for a while. He walked into the bathroom to clean up and saw a body, .45 revolver in hand and hole in head, gripping a composition. Coolly, or at least as calm as humanly possible he grabbed the composition book out of his hand.
Disturbed, he moved down a few rooms and told the guard that was patrolling the halls to radio the leader of this hotel fort and tell him what was in the room. The guard did this and let the man into another room.
He sat on the bed and began to study the book. It was a normal black and white composition book, blood stained, yes, and beat up. He slowly opened the book and began to read.

Days after outbreak: 1
Approx. Miles from ground zero: 73

This is not happening, I walked into my office yesterday and my coworkers tried to kill me. They were bloody and insane. It took me a few blocks of running to realize that the man I bumped into who was running out of the elevator was probably responsible for this. I believe that this zombie plague was a radical terrorist strike. Not a doubt in my mind it was.
I am now with 3 others driving away, from that wretched city at a mile and a half a minute and still we wont outrun the infestation.
If i die please read, this all of it. I believe there is a cure for this, i mean it was human made right so there is at least an inoculation somewhere.