Dear Diary, it’s Day 8 of the zombie apocalypse and things are unsurprisingly grim. I’ve eaten all my toilet paper and I broke a nail. Last night I saw Grandma eat my sister’s brain, so it’s not all bad. I’m setting off for Brisbane – rumour has it the Lords of Loud have bunkers, chock-full of guns, spam and their favourite albums to ride out the madness. But whose bunker to choose...?