Sorry it took me so long to write back. A couple of reasons are under my belt as to why I waited until tonight. I had to go on a supply run to the local grocery store, and find some more food. I have succeeded without harm to me. I am very grateful. On my way back with my food items, I stumbled upon a large group of zeds. There were at least 10-15 of the damned beasts. Fearing for my life, I searched around for an outlet to sneak past them, but found nothing. I pulled out my machete and hatchet. Ready to go on this suicide mission of sorts, I heard a shot ring out close by. A bullet zipped past my head and nailed one of them in the head. As it fell over dead, the others turned to look into my direction. They started stumbling toward me. I frantically started hacking my way through them. Severing half of their heads left and right, knowing each swing could very well be my last. The random gunshots rang out while I fought, and at last the undead horde was vanquished. I looked around me to find my mysterious companion, but he was nowhere to be found. Fearing that the gunshots would alert more biters to my position, I set down a few canned goods and a loaf of bread on the ground. A sort of ''thank you'' gift for my hero. I then went right back home.
When I got here, there were a few zombies around. I finished them off on by one, and proceeded to go inside. I've been reading a few comic books, and restocking my pantry. I just lost track of time. So, that is what has been going on with me lately. Nothing too exciting to be honest. Just a normal day out here surviving. It's been a little while since I've been to sleep, so I'll take this opportunity to leave you now. I need to conserve my energy for the coming days.
Question of the Day: Are you survivors alone in your safehouses or is there someone with you?
Thanks for reading! Good luck out there in this zombie infested world we live in! Be safe! May God bless you!