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This is my first time writing an entry on my computer. The date is 06/14/2012, and I wish that this was the beginning of a normal summer... No such luck. By now the infection has spread throughout most of the globe, and the virus itself has mutated and adapted to reanimate the corpses for longer, raise their violence level, and in a few cases the body would function for several minutes after the head was…

As I sit alone thinking of a way to break free. The world falls deeper into the darkness of death. My mind is blank until the moans grow louder. I don't think I'll be able to weasle my way out of this one. My louisville slugger clutched in my hands. I softly cry agonizing tears of sorrow for my lost family. destruction and carnage surround me and my makeshift home. I live in the back of a U-haul. I drilled holes in the sids for air and another hole to dump my waste. Water is everywhere…

July 3rd, 2009 is my thirteenth birthday and My uncle has just passed me the fattest doobie in the room. I am chillin in the living room listening to music with my friends when my mom walks in the front door. She takes a long sniff and laughs at us. We laugh back and she asks for us to go onto the wooden back porch. We follow one by one through the back door of my mom's doublewide trailer. When we take the first steps outside, we look back and see a cloud of smoke behind us.…

It was December 2009 when the outbreak reached my hometown. The rotting corpses filled the streets and pulled the local farmers apart. As I sat in the basement with my family, we begin crying and praying that this is all just a dream. When the tears stop, the cruel bite of reality hit us. My mother collapsed on the floor and my grandmother kneeled by her side. I sit alone in the corner cleaning and loading the guns. My grandfather gave me the ruger on my side when I…