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I was always a bit strange. I was a member of a few fringier groups, a militia, for one. Now me and my merry band, all five of us left, are in a boarded up house. I'm not even sure what to do to start rebuilding, it's been months, we can go a few days without seeing a zombie now, but still, we're lost. There's other survivors, but a lot of them are just remnants of humanity, not real people. Most of em would rather kill you for what little you got than talk to you. Still we're better off…

I don't think any of us really appreciate how much of a luxury the internet was, before the whole zombie thing. Anyhow, that goes along with cigars, women, free time, and relative safety. I'm sitting here, in a shitty old RV, on top of a cement block tower, apparently this is the modern day apartment. Thankfully they were dumb enough to leave gas in the tank, and wireless is apparentely still on. I also found some scotch and a .38 special revolver, and half a box of ammo. I'm still waiting…

Well, here we are, stuck on a damn roof of a POS office building. Supplies have been getting scarce around here so we started searching places with food pantries for the homeless, churches, community centers, that sort of thing. Well, we were in a mosque about two blocks away. Those places were creepy before the whole "walking dead" thing, now they're just ridiculous. We got in to the food pantry, packed our back packs with the canned goods, and started to leave. We got half way down the…

You know, before this whole thing went down I was just a gun nut in high school, waiting to ship to Parris then MCRD. I had a decent arsenal at my disposal, M4 config. AR. CETME, a marlin 30-30, a savage .270, then a little .22 my dad had given me and a limited edition NRA shotgun, single shot, 28 gauge, and then my father kept a ruger security six around. I could go down the list of blades and blunt weapons I had, but that'd take a while. I had taken Hop Gar Kung Fu from an old Chinese guy…