We have made it this far, so far when you see everyone you care for get slaughtered around you. The stress of surviving has died almost three years ago. Dare I say it but....should i care if they get me? Should i care if i just give in and let the disgusting bastards eat? I mean they have won, haven't they? They have destroyed our cities, our dreams, our sanity...It may seem crazy but now im thinking life might be easier as one of them. We were ran from the station such a long time ago and all i have is one of my friends, the only one that actually made it. Maybe i shouldnt be complaining, many do not even have that as they muddle through this thing we call life, but i do not think it's so wrong to just want love again. It isn't something that is talked about much these days, but I am not afraid to admit it....a womans comforting touch, a deep stare into her eyes that lets you know things will be ok, a look that say you are not alone. I long for it, maybe it would give me back my sanity, maybe I wouldnt hope these things would just sink their teeth into my flesh and end all of this suffering. I guess I should be thankful that i have made it this long, this far, and still am able to tell my tale or maybe im talking out of my head. Maybe this is supposed to be the rest of my days, my ex co-host and I traveling from abandon shack to shack scavenging off the dead bodies of children and families. I now have made it pretty clear to myself that I will never feel a womans kiss again, or be able to just set around with out constantly being alert. Now I am just a few deaths away from letting go, and letting them have their way, as for now life goes on...right?