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With the increase in the zombie population and, in turn, the depleation of Humanity, all of us here at the safe house are growing evermore restless.

With each night that passes, the next day just brings about more terror.

Last night I had my first real breakdown. I guess the reality of it all struck me.

Hi, my name is Rochelle West, and I am going to die soon.

I sat in tears for a while, just thinking.

I am no longer angry everything I knew is gone. I am no…

Tonight it eerie.

the fog laying low adds a certain sense of misplacement.

the universe is off balance tonight.

something is astir in the air.

I was only awake a few minutes this morning before they started.

It's getting so much worse... I can only imagine what the cities look like.

I'm just now adapting to seeing all these strangers in my friend's house.

Atleast we used his house as our safe place. Gives it more of a sense of home, feels a…

.......the old woman's screams are cut off abruptly and turned to gargles of her own blood. Teeth setting in deep into her throat..

sit up

wipe the sweat off

..it was only a dream..

But sadly, only that certain scenario was a dream.

The thing about the zombies, that's my reality.

Weeks, and I'm STILL pissed about this.

Everything I've worked for is fucking gone

The love of my life, I imagine, is wondering around…

this is what we get for losing our fear in God

this is what we get for giving up on Humanity

this is what we get for hating our lives

we lose every bit of it

Jesse's car roars through the gravels and I could cry when I see his worried face... his beautiful, worried face.

Thank God he's still alive.

Thank God he made it from Pineville... we all thought he wouldn't.. I love that boy's wreckless, terrible, fast as fuck driving.... It…