[This is for anyone who wants to share bit by bit pieces of their own stories of survival in the aftermath of the Zombie-pocolypse. Think of it as a journal of sorts where you write what you've been doing, as if someone were to find it on your corpse, or in a locker somewhere. Have fun.]
Survivor Case File: Fredrick Cross
Last confirmed location: Leaving Phoenix Arizona, on a stolen/salvaged motorcycle, heading East.
"Day 45...I think...I think. Not quite sure of the time anymore, too many sleepless nights and endless days to know much of anything now. I'm currently on the move, gotta keep moving, they might be right behind me. Don't know where I'm going, haven't been able to find a signal anywhere, and the few living I've come across have tried to kill me. I fought back, killed them first. It's growing dark now, I'm currently sitting on the side of the road under what little shade a Joshua Tree can provide, taking a break. I'm doing okay on supplies for now, stocked up on most things when I was back in Phoenix, damn I'm glad I found that bike, probably make things easier, just wish Harley's were quieter though, attracted every damn Zed in the city when I made an exit I'm sure.
This solitude is debilitating...I can't stand this constant loneliness, I'm pretty sure I'm losing my fragging mind. I hope I run across a friendly soon...or some renegades, either way, just to know I'm not the last living person on the Earth...maybe one day someone in my situation will find this and know there weren't alone...
I can see the sun light really beginning to fade, better make this quick...
I'm leaving a scrap of paper tapped to an empty ammunition canister on the side of the road, if anyone finds the note, follow the instructions, it'll lead you to one of my "safe-houses"...if they're still safe that is. Use any supplies you need, there will also be a map detailing other supply houses I've set up. Hopefully we'll find each other at one of those places some day..."
- Fredrick Cross, day 45 of survival.