28 Confusion YOLD 3173; 19 NiKow 1 Zed
[Note: I spotted this here, and had to. If you know me, you know why.]

Week 3. Found a working computer, and it still connects to the Internet, somehow. Thank paranoia and Cold War mentality for that. It started almost 20 days ago, and I've been keeping a calendar, trying to maintain sanity.

The first signs were there, but no-one noticed, except for the crazies, and who listens to them? Miraculous recoveries in hospitals, clinically dead people coming back, that kind of thing. Some officials were concerned about patient behaviour, but laid it down to shock and brain damage due to lack of oxygen. Nothing to worry, they told us. I should have been more aware.
By the second day, it was obvious. News sources were trying to stop the panic, but there was no covering it up. Graveyards erupted, blood ran in the streets, it was everywhere. A few dozen of us managed to hole up in a dorm on campus, on the second and third floors. The first floor isn't safe, there's too many windows. They can't climb, so we should be good, as long as we make sure the barricades are tended.
After a fortnight of this, James got restless. Decided to organize a party to look for other survivors. He took Laura, Tim Jensen, Sarah K., and the Casavant brothers with him. It's been 3 days since they left, and I don't think they're coming back. We let them take what weapons we could find, which was limited to two swords, a bow, and a number of knives. Hopefully they got to the Police Station, or maybe to some hunting store that wasn't looted too badly. We managed to get together two chain shirts (thank Zeus for SCA geeks) and some makeshift stuff made from football padding and fencing gear.
The electricity seems to be holding out, so we moved all the food we could find up to the kitchen on the third floor. Most of it is microwave stuff and cook-free things, so the stock should hold out for another week or so. If James' party comes back, we'll work on food forays, at least to the first floor, and probably expand out as we can.
Morale has been slipping lately, and the longer James is gone, the worse it gets. The only thing holding these people together at this point is raw survival instinct.

I'm worried about the latest stragglers. About four days before James set out, a couple was spotted in the street, and we managed to get them inside before anything happened to them. They told us about some Holy Army of God from the South, led by a self-proclaimed Liberator-Emperor, and it's been working on our minds ever since. I suspect they managed a pushback in Prescott or something, and the tale's been working its way north, getting taller with every mile. There's an undercurrent of Messiah fever here, and while it gives us something to hope for, I'm afraid of what will happen if it never gets here.
I've already had to break up four fights over food, and there was a debate the day after James left, and half the residents almost left then and there. If this gets any worse, there will be a schism, and there won't be enough of us left to man the barricades effectively. On the other hand, if James does come back, with many survivors, we're going to have to move, because we can't support more than another half-dozen or so. Tensions are high, and I can only hope the Horde moves on soon, giving us more freedom. There are signs of dispersal, so we may be in luck here.

I'm signing off for now, I'll post back later if at all possible. Just wanted to get the story out, somewhere, anywhere.