The infected outside have been making such a noise that it's been impossible to sleep for any length of time. Their increasingly aggressive mannerisms are making me uneasy, and there's something in the air, some sort of charge, that gives me the impression that the walls are starting to close in. Most of the others were able to get some sort of rest during the night, and one of them suggested I go upstairs to catch a few winks myself.

I should do that. I don't even have the energy to keep writing right now. I'll resume the entry when I wake up.

For all I've heard about the spread of the infection, I'm surprised Oswald GH has lasted this long. I woke this morning and began to wonder if reports have been exaggerated due to word of mouth, or if everyone had automatically assumed the worst when the problem began. I had figured that the people here were just paranoid, but following today I'm not so sure.

People that I assumed to be survivors came to the door today and started slamming on it to get in; those on the inside refused to lighten the barricades for any reason. At first, this greatly upset me; if these were people that needed immediate medical attention, there'd be absolutely nothing I could do for them so long as they were outside and I was in here. So I took to the second floor to get a glimpse at them out the window, and saw four bloodied individuals basically throwing themselves at the door. I called to them, but they didn't give any audible response, and those staying in the building are convinced that the people outside the doors are carrying the infection.

After seeing some of the wounds that the survivors here had been nursing (most of them resembling scratches or bite marks), I'm starting to think it's a good thing that the others are locked out after all.

Though it raises the question: if we need to get out of here, how do we go about doing it?

So much for keeping track of the passing days, hm?

The building is barricaded to a point where nobody can get in, so the coming and going of patients has come to a halt. The population is still high, and after a rather uneventful Christmas it's fairly clear that most everyone is growing less and less content with the situation. Since nobody can get in, there's been no news from the outside, so I'm clueless with regards to the quarantine situation. For all we know it could be over and we're free to go home, only they won't open the damn doors. Though I'd imagine the power would be back on. As it is, our generator is low on fuel, and even the more proactive of our group are hesitant about going out for more. These are the same guys that moved every single piece of furniture downstairs to block the doors. The point is, soon enough the heat and lights are going to fail.

Which sucks, because it's cold outside. Happy New Year.

I haven't had a paying job in a month because most of the places here have been abandoned by their owners, and there really hasn't been a whole lot in the ways of media entertainment lately due to the power being cut. As a way to keep myself entertained during the slow times, as well as keep track of the passing days, I've decided to go ahead and keep a record of things until a state of normalcy resumes.

Too many cooks spoil the broth, they say. The safehouse I had taken residence in was fine on medical attention, and it seems like the infestations in the central part of the city are finally beginning to trickle down to the South. As much as I dreaded leaving a secured place, I have few doubts that as these supposedly reanimated dead grow larger in number, more wounded will be needing immediate attention in Dartside. I spent the day traveling by foot to Oswald General Hospital, which has already begun to be secured by survivors but has no medical staff on hand. Where on Earth they've gone, I have no idea, as Dartside has yet to see the full brunt of the medical catastrophe that's unfolded in the last several months, but the building is fully stocked with supplies.

I'm not fully qualified to operate or use these facilities to their full ability, but so long as the incoming survivors aren't too seriously injured, there's a chance we can hold here until things are more under control. Some of the stories the people here have are on the verge of the unbelievable. I've yet to see any of these alleged "undead," so I have no idea how to seperate the fact from the fiction in these tales, but some of the wounded show very clear introductory symptoms of post-traumatic stress syndrome. It's my hope that within the next week or two, the military presence will be able to stonewall the looters and opportunists, the scientific community will be able to end this infection, and the quarantine will be lifted so that these poor folks can receive proper care.