Worst birthday gift ever

June 27th 20X0

My name is Jay Conner, today is my 19th birthday and also the end of the world. I'm not even sure why I'm bothering to journal this since no one will ever read it. My day started as you would expect a bunch of birthday wishes on my timeline and messenger. I went down my timeline line and suddenly I was bum rushed with tons of people freaking out over crazy looking zombies. At first I thought I just missed out on some new zombie game but that thought was quickly washed away by what crashed through my second story wall. A giant leg burst through my wall, a bloody spider leg. It was eating my neighbor. I ran out and kept running as I saw more and more zombies and giant zombie bugs tearing through my town. I'm currently hiding in a storage unit filled with supplies. 

June 28th 20X0

Sleep was near impossible the sounds through out the night were unbearable, every sound put a new horrid image in my head but the worst was the lady who was screaming for help right outside my storage unit. I made the mistake of letting her in. See was maybe 30 and terrified beyond belief, her right arm was missing and she was bitten all over her body. I still let her in but she quickly turned and I had to put her down. She still could scream.

July 1st 20X0

The thought of killing that lady still haunts my sleep but the real terror is when I wake and see her corpse moved and is growing less human each day. Withering masses of something grow out of her dead body I crush them with a shovel but they grow back the next day. I need to leave this storage unit before what ever grows out of that is ready to get me.  

July 22nd 20X0 

I left the storage unit 3 weeks ago but I couldn't find a safe place to write in here till now. I was wrong knowing what causes the sound is much worse than not knowing. I came out to a few more corpses and spider webs, the dead bodies had fully developed and now were just death traps for any who got to close. The human ribs had been reshaped into a mouth and the growths were tentacle like for pulling in prey to the rib mouth. I slipped out quietly and saw first hand how the world had failed to defend against its end. A rotting spider the size of a two story house had dozens of people in a web that it was too big to climb on, a horde of zombies in military outfits were beating on a door until a lone shot fired on the other side of the door. 

Despite all the horrors I saw I somehow made it to a group of survivors on the south side.

August 30th 20X0

I have been very busy with the survivor group that I now call family, we've lost quite a lot of members on our way out of the major cities to a quiet little rural area. I thought it couldn't get worse than giant bugs but It really does. From giant disgusting brains to mimic zombies that spring forth from those corpse traps. They look like a normal person just asking for help but when you get close their body turns inside out and swallows you in one bite. The fact that some of these horrors show human like intelligence has our group split on what to do. Some fear that some of us might already be these zombies just pretending to be human, others are morally challenged by this fact and feel like they've become murders.  What make matters worse is the cult like symbols we've been finding everywhere we go even now here in the country. Text in blood on walls saying things like "he calls us, the deep one", "his time is soon, the deep will rise" or "he lays under the water, waiting for you to join the Deep", my mind hurts when I read these. Images flash in my head of unspeakable horrors but I don't dare tell the others.  

Zombies seem to be afraid of the writing. 

September 1st 20X0

That bastard Ted was a mimic this whole time! I fought beside him, I slept next to him. He was acting normal today, until he walked by the east side of our camp where new cult words had appeared, he collapsed to his knees hand in his face as he screamed his body opening up. "The Deep he comes, none shall escape" his body then folded back until it was just goop on the floor. We all just stared in disbelief, he was our leader, the one who kept us together yet he was one of those mimics. Then he just died not trying to eat us, an expression of terror covering his face. What could terrorize a mimic, why was a mimic helping us, he suggested this place.  

We are debating on whether we need to move but also if anyone else is a Mimic. No one was brave enough to ask about the deep one but you could clearly tell none of us had slept well in a while. 

September 2nd 20X0

My dreams were filled with endless darkness and things I couldn't see or understand, I heard whispers in my mind of the deep one, the one which gods fear, the one who screams in my head. We need to leave I'm going to try my best to get everyone to retreat, let's head to the beach far away from this Deep one. If no one listens I'll go alone.

December 31 20X0

We left for the beach but I was a fool to think we'd be safe from him. The symbol we all fear was largely covering the Beaches sand and everyone accused me of being another Mimic. They left me there and I was about to give in from despair when I noticed a boat. I took it out to sea and then a fresh water river. I've been fishing here to survive, he's gotten them all now. He's brought everyone of their bodies to the river bank each covered In the symbols and black sludge. They are letting me know that when the New Year starts It will be my turn to join them. At 11:32 I'll use the last of the boat's gas to try and escape via the Ocean. If you don't see another entry what ever you do, don't look for me or the symbols they will only drag you into a nightmare worse than the end of the world. 

20X1

He will come for you next.

The deep will always rise.

He swims in your mind,

Until you are his.

All was born from the Deep,

All will return.