Day 8

Al's death haunted me, I can't sleep, when I do I see his head flying from his body, only he's looking at me and begging me not to do it. I think of my other friends and familly, wonder if they too are zombies. I watch my children sleeping and I wonder how long they'll have to stay down here, and what will the world be like for them if we survive this. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I can't just sit here in an old basement waiting for it to end. I have to stop it, I have to see if I can somehow make a dent in the zombie civilization. Everyone's tried to talk me out of it. I've been warned that if I leave, I wont be allowed back in. Yet, I couldn't get the sight of Al out of my mind. I made the decission to leave. My kids I've hugged, and told them everything I could tell them that I think they need to know. My mother promised to bring them home when this was all over. Hopefully, I'll see them again, but if not, at least there'll be less zombies to hunt them. I take my laptop, my weapons, minus the rifle.... I damaged it too much for it to be any use....that and they wouldn't let me keep it. I didn't take any food.... I wanted to make sure they'd have enough. Besides, I know of a place that sells armor for those who do the Rennisance re enactments....had my eye on some hard leather armor for some time now. Perfect oppertunity to leather up, and protect myself from possible zombie bites.