The city is now a silent shadow of its former bustling self. Now the only sounds I hear are the muted gargling of the undead as they limp along the streets in search of fresh meat.
They say that humans are creatures of habbit…there must be some small level of humanity remaining inside these creatures because I saw crusty old Mrs. Wilbro behind the check out desk at the grocery store where I have seen her a thousand times. She is still old and crusty…maybe a little more crusty now.
I have a few days left of food…I have never felt the pain of starving before, but the longer I go without food the more brains start to sound like a delicacy.
Solitude is my worst enemy. I haven’t seen any survivors for weeks and I am talking to myself more often each day. At first I was just muttering words to myself, now I am carrying on conversations. When I snap out of it, the depression of my situation hits me like a concrete wall.
Where is the military, coast guard and government? Has the whole world collapsed?
I am going to make my way north. I am a survivor, but for how long I am not sure...
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