[b]7:37 A.M[/b]
Arnold turned away from his computer screen. Pondering, just what in the world had that been? It sounded like something out of a the hunger games or something, but more befuddling was that it seemed to have come from his head and no external source. Looking around he didn't notice any immediate change but he changed the TV to a news channel and continued as he was before.

[b]8:30 A.M.[/b]
Arnold stared at the TV in shock, reports of a zombie like virus spread across the world, seemingly heralded by the voice from not even an hour before. Arnold locked the door of his small rented house, more of a cottage on the outskirts of town really, full well knowing that if one of those zombie like things came here it wouldn't hold the monster off, but doing it still made him feel a little better. Now he was searching the internet for any information on them and also trying to figure out what he could possibly do to hold one of them off.

[b]9:30 A.M.[/b]
In case Earth hadn't turned to hell it seemed like the moon wanted to join in. The TV was flickering too much with static to be of any use but he didn't need it to see the sky darken and the strange symbols. The theories were rampaging, everything from space nazis to Lovecraft being proposed. Basically just useless speculation.

[b]10:20 A.M.[/b]
Internet out. TV out. Phone lines down. Freaking voice wasn't kidding, at this rate they'd all be dead before they had a chance to figure out what happened other than zombie plague. Arnold was suddenly glad he'd made a shopping trip the day before, he had a feeling that any place with food or supplies would be hopelessly mobbed.

[b]11:11 A.M[/b]
Arnold had been attempting for formulate some sort of plan but nothing was coming. Super zombies plus no communication at all. He didn't own any guns or real weapons. For all he knew making a few miles into town would result in being swarmed by hundreds of the creatures. He couldn't think of anything beyond staying here and hoping for the best. After all he had enough food for at least a week and the water seemed to still be working at least. Arnold grabbed a shovel and laid it against the wall next to the door, better than nothing right? He sat in front of his now virtually useless computer thinking about how to proceed. Some form of defense or warning system was required. He either needed to be able to fight off any ghoul that found or him or be able to flee from it. Both of those were difficult given that fact that they seemed to be superhuman. Argh...