Journal entry: Witness Drake Walton

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I am a zombie. I breath, i eat my meals cooked, i think and yet i am dead. a cold corpse from head to toe. I feel nothing.

Once, when the first outbreak near my home happened, i killed two zombies. i was only fourteen at the time. Then i felt, then i knew fear, pain, sorrow, confusion and love. i had loved my mother; her soft brown curls and blue eyes she'd passed to me. i loved her when she was angry, when she was drunk, i loved…

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Remember these are some of my old entries I kept from the fire.  There are still plenty more.

November 1, 2011:

     Today I started my morning off like any other morning, I kept watch made sure no zombz were on there way, then headed out to see how some of our plants were doing and that is were the "Normal" routine morning stopped.  The flashbacks started again.  Although they weren't as intense as they were yesterday, they still happened on a more than normal basis.…

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They say family values is the bond that holds the world together.

They say it keeps us sane.

It maintains an ethical society, one where we can distinguish right from wrong.

      However, that no longer applies. It's do or die at this point. Every man for himself and that type of thing. I barley have a grip on reality anymore. I remember the day it happened. Everything changed. I changed.

      I had no choice. I didn't, right? I had to kill them, they were bit.…

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I Walk Alone

 

Time, our lives once governed upon the movement of 3 little hands endlessly rotating around and around. Since the fall of society it’s just become a distant memory, seasons go by, days turn to night and the sands of time slowly pour away.

 

It’s been far too long since I have last seen any other survivors, many have lost hope and have simply given up, others continue to live on, but to what purpose? We are over run, there are simply too many of…

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I'm not one to drive myself crazy. I'm not none to cause problems for others. Once this 'outbreak' happened, then all went down hill. My own mind is in question. I hauled myself down twelve miles today only to feel the pain in my right leg, as it gave away. An old injury left me with six screws and a plate in my right leg. Now, i'm limping and i know that for my profile, that's a BAD thing. I started to crash. My food supply is based on pills, sodas and chocolate bars and candy. I don't know if… Continue