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Didn’t sleep… I can’t. So I get up and check around the perimeter of my house to make sure none of those fucks are around. All is clear and I start dragging important stuff inside the house. Any objects that can be used as weapons are first but I also bring in amounts of pots to catch rainwater and wood of various sorts to fortify a little. I have about three week worth of food, more if I ration it well. My weapons are a little vast, five guns. This includes one 410 shotgun, one .22 bolt…

Didn’t find any of them… fuck. I guess I should explain where I started in case anyone (if anyone is alive) finds this thing. Waldron, Indiana is where I reside and if you know anything about Indiana, is that there are a lot of open fields. I feel exposed so I have to keep my head down. Anyways, if whoever is reading this (I am referring you as you from now on) is wondering what my name is, stop. You really don’t need to know my name because if you are reading this, it means I’m dead; or I…

Wishing I could see could clearly, yet my mind is fogged with this violent rage. I can’t think of anything but killing them… all of them. I just want to disembody every last limb off of those wretched bodies. Wait… what am I saying? What the fuck is going on in my head? Fuck that, they killed all that I know. My girl, my unborn child; nothing left in life matters. Wait… what am I saying? There is still a life to live; a world to build… with whom? Is there anyone left? There has to be someone…