These three drinks were a source of great comfort and creativity, and we recommend that you too partake of them, if the means be available to you. I enclose the recipes and accompanying poetry from my own warped imagination.

ZombieBITCH
As blue as their fingers, about to fall off
As blue as my face, as I wheeze and I cough
As blue as my Bluieberry, my blue shine of sun
The ZombieBITCH, bitches, is a lot of fun.
1. Pour a quantity of suspiciously orange-scented bright blue liquid into a glass.
2. Top it up with lemonade but not so dilute as to have a low effect on the senses.
3. To the rim of the glass affix a slice of lemon by a gash the radius of the slice.
4. Add to the concoction a green grape of a ripeness that allows it to bob and dance.
5. Add three frozen blueberries like eyeballs to cool the solution as it's colour would suggest.

ZombieBINT
As pink as the maggots, that squirm in their guts
As green as the mould, overflowing their cuts
As confused as myself, not a girl nor a boy
The ZombieBINT, bints, is my main source of joy.
1. Empty a liquified strawberry vodka jelly into each glass that will be employed.
2. Top this subtance up with tonic water flavoured by the citrus fruit of the lime tree.
3. To contrast the resultant pink shade, place a green drinking straw of a neon hue within the glass.
4. To contrast the bitter vodka and cheap strawberry essence, add two squares of organic white chocolate.
5. To contrast the sweetness and savour, cool the formula by means of three frozen celery pieces.

ZombieBASTARD
As yellow as pus, squozen from their wounds
As brown as the shit, they produce in mounds
As red as the eye, of evil and vice
The ZombieBASTARD, to be fair, isn't at all nice.
1. Enter a carribean concoction of mango and rum to the base of the glass.
2. Follow and expand this with the insertion of a more dilute rum and pineapple.
3. Drop a half piece of brownie into the mix, to fizz and to foam and to float atop the liquid.
4. With addition of a small red boiled sweet visible through the liquid it is almost complete.
5. A slice of soured bannana will complete the final and least pleasant of these beverages.

1533 hours

We have been too busy coping with survival to post for the last few days.

We have ventured from our sanctuary in an epic journey for supplies. Danger was all about us. We passed zombies in the street, and I personally had a close encounter with a particularly ferocious and agile beast. We struggled to keep our minds blank to prevent detection, and also avoided eye-contact and physical contact to prevent the spread of the zombie bacterium. If any of you require substances which cannot be found within the safety of your own sanctuaries, I bid you follow these same guidelines.
We raided Sainsburies, for meat, milk, and fruit, fulfilling the foodgroups which we lacked produce from.

At night the second wave of the apocalypse becomes apparent. Outside our window (and we of course keep all windows shut, all blinds and curtains drawn to conceal the light and scent which we must produce) there stands a mad guitarist by night. He has recently been joined by a mad bagpipist, a mad drummer, and a mad singer who can but scream piercingly like the raven's shriek. These beings are inhuman, they stand at the height of our castle itself, and their music tempts us to the brink of madness. We are fortunately capable of combatting their monstrous noise with our own musical abilities, of piano (myself), and whistling on the behalf of others. Their unholy band grows day by day and we do not know how much longer our meagre musical talent can sustain us.

Our days, aside from the anxiety in the knowledge that we will soon succumb, are a little like paradise. We watch anime (Akira, Full Metal Alchemist, and Dragon Ball Z), we play video games (Tenchu, Dragon Ball Z), we are free to write and draw and laze around to our mortal heart's content.

Last night in celebration of reaching what may be the last year humans are around to number, we drank heartily of the alcohol in what was once my mother's stock. We excercised our creativity, in creating three new drinks, which were each named after a zombie, and with an exclaimed vulgarity after this. They greatly boosted morales, that we can indeed combat the zombies, if we are capable of drinking them, and we shall prevail.

Yesterday we ate a feast of sausage rolls, chicken and cucumber saindwiches, cheese, salted popcorn, lemon shortbread, chocolate cornflake cake, brownies, and juice. The day prior we feasted upon noodles with red pepper and teriyaki chicken, cantonese fried rice, stri-fried vegetables, spicey butterfly prawns, duck pancakes, and green tea. Our banquet was of pizza, kebab meat, garlic bread, onion rings, and cola, on the first night. These days we eat meusli for breakfast, and then have a single large communal meal during the day, which also promotes vital social bonding and comraderie.

This morning we are again running low on many vital supplies. and may soon need to implement a further excursion. As the nutritionist, I have determined that is it possible to survive longer on what remains, however to keep ourselves in good and fully functioning health, it will be neccessary to obtain fresh meat and fruits.

Holocaust (noun)
a very large amount of destruction, especially by fire or heat, or the killing of very large numbers of people

Holiday (noun)
a number of days in which normal life is put on hiatus, due to a biblical (holy) scale of destruction

In times of war, Britain relies upon the courageous individuals at the British Broadcasting Corporation, to raise our morales and keep us informed of just how abysmal things have become so far, and will soon become. The following speech is being played and repeated on every radio station.

Dear Britons
We are entering a phase of inexplicable and incomprehensible confusion. Do not panic.
We have been informed by our esteemed scientific correspondents that the events which have overtaken us over the past three hours have no natural or logical explanation. Due to excessive amounts of radiation, believed to be the fault of American greed and their government's nuclear technology, the world is subject to atrocious and unpredictable weather patterns, and a host of ungodly creatures. The creatures, described only as zombies, are highly dangerous, merciliess, and their condition contagious with a single bite. We are just fucked.
All survivors are advised to remain indoors, with all windows closed and doors locked, dampen their lights to avoid detection by zombie entities, and have a good cup o' tea. Dig out those old dvds and board games because this is going to be one hell of a long winter.
The remaining staff of the BBC wish you all the best of luck with your mortal plight and hope against hope to see you at the end of this ordeal.

1900 hours

Today it happened; the apocalypse that many have dreaded, and that my friends and I have personally longed and prepared for.

The weather is appropriately wild, the sky dark with clouds of blood evapourated from the veins of the less fortunate, the rain pouring down in a lamenting ceaseless succession.

Erika-chan, Bara-chan and I have indeed survived, and remain trapped within my house. How long this will continue, nobody knows. How long we will survive, nobody knows.

But we have made this blog in hopes of reaching other survivors, and rebuilding the world together. Or perhaps as our memorial.