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I've gotten enough rest. I should continue.



So there we were, in the pharmacy. I had retrieved all the medicine that my backpack could hold, so I began looking for the other two friends. I found Julian with a gun I had not seen before in his hands. He told me that it was his brother's, and that he must've brought it with him when he and the pharmacist were stowing away in that building.



Immediately, my head began producing thoughts of which I was horrified. "Where is his… Continue

I've decided. My mom needs her medicine now; she's getting sicker with every breath she draws. My friend's brother knows the man who owns a pharmacy here locally, and it just so happens that he is still alive, holding out in his store. Well. . .that's what we're hoping.



I guess it's time to introduce my friends. Their names are Julian Henderson, Phillip Holmes, and David Allen. They all have their own stories in this outbreak, and I'm actively encouraging them to share them with the… Continue

I can't believe this. This shouldn't happen. I always loved zombie movies, games, and books. . .but now that I'm facing live (or dead?) zombies. . . I couldn't be more terrified. On April 7th, the

infection reached Memphis; now I'm just sitting in my house waiting to die.



I just don't know what to do. I'm nearly out of ammo for this piece of shit shotgun I'm barely scraping by on, the plumbing is shot, food is getting tight, and my mom will die if she runs out of medicine… Continue

I'm starting this blog because I need some guidance. I need people to help me through this. My name is Frank Halford. I live in Memphis, Tennessee. I am 17 years old, but it's felt like a lifetime since those rotting fucks arose. Everyone on TV said it was containable, that this would never become widespread. Those guys have obviously proven wrong. Then they said that the zombies would never cross the Mississippi, that the bridges would be heavily fortified. Guess what? Somehow, they got over,… Continue