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***This is my new zombie story. Part 1. Part 2 coming soon. Enjoy!***





"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

"Wh....wha...what......"

"ANSWER THE QUESTION! TALK! SAY SOMETHING! YOU BETTER NOT BE INFECTED GOD DAMMIT! I DONT WANNA HAVE TO SEE YOUR BRAINS POP OUT!"

"Wait! Dont....shoot. I'm....i'm okay....."



He reaches for his flashlight and shines it in my eyes. He gives a grimace, then turns off the light.



"Well i'll be damned. You're the first living god… Continue

Sorry I havent written in a while. When the snow fell, it muffeled their noises. They fucking GOT IN MY HOUSE. I moved to an abonded warehouse north of Charleston. That's where I'm writing from.



Remember Alex? The cousin who failed to help me? Well, I called him yesterday. No answer. I called his Mom. Bad news. Alex became infected. Mom had to put him down. Dammit. God fucking dammit.



I may be going insane. Im almost out of food and water, every time i kill one of those… Continue

I don't really know why I started this journal. Probably because there's a hell lot of stuff to talk about. Considering the fact that I'm virtually going insane from the Campi- from whatever the hell's going on. Eh, I guess it helps. Helps what is another question yet to be answered.



I just called Alex over in Pennsylvania. He says him and the family are holding out in their summer home by the lake, 'cause it has "a taste for survival". He also mentioned that he knows where to… Continue

"I'M SORRY."

"I'M SO SORRY."



THESE WORDS WERE SOME OF THE LAST THAT I HEARD FROM MY FATHER. HE JUST SAT IN THE LIVING ROOM. SCARED. ALONE. INFECTED.



HE NEVER TOLD ME WHO INFECTED HIM. THEN AGAIN, HE NEVER HAD THE TIME. HE DIED ON THE SOFA A FEW MINUTES LATER. HE WAS GONE. MY MOTHER CRIED. SO DID I. I DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE DIED. I WAS ONLY 3. MY MOTHER GRABBED THE PISTOL AND SHOT HIM. BLOOD SPATTERED ON HER FACE. THEN, WE RAN TO THE CAR.



NOW, I AM A SURVIVOR,… Continue