the air feels toxic inside my lungs. its cold and getting colder. the sun is still hidden by the growing cloud of ash and debris. it feels like a constant state of night. now i know how they must have felt in that vampire movie. the undead are relentless and attacks are becoming more and more frequent. its getting to dangerous to even move anymore. i don't know they can see in the dark or if they just hunt by smell but they always seem to know where i am. i found a cozy little cave to live in. its fortified and i can make a fire without letting them know where i am. all i can do is wait a little longer.
"their overrunning the barricades. the cities are not safe". that's the last thing i heard before the radio died. that was the day before the flash. best as i can tell, whatevers left of the government decided to bomb the major cities in the outbreak area. all they did was fuck us over. have to travel west to find a city now. best chance of necessities. necessities. now that's a funny word. its the only word that matters now. well, maybe not the only word. survival is a good word too, but it seems like a stretch at this point. i haven't eaten in a couple of days. at least i think its been a couple. hard to tell with all the debris in the sky. haven't seen the sun in a while, maybe its the same day. i think im loosing my mind. i have weapons which gives me an advantage i guess. if any animals are alive then it would let me hunt. not sure if the infection can spread to animals or not. that would really suck if it did.