A letter to a stranger.

What is it that keeps up going through the uncertainties of everyday life? Family? Friends? Work? Or just anything in general? Whatever it is, it help us. But whenever fear, terror, and horror is thrown into the equation, we panic, scream, cry out for help, we look for safety in numbers, but this can lead to our downfall, and has done.

Since losing friends, family and the people we love and cherish, we all had change and adapt to current situation that had caused mankinds fight for survival. We were the dominant species of the old world, this is the new world, and this new world isn't friendly or kind.

The new dominant species of this new world is the undead, they never hunger, they never sleep, they never rest, they never give up. We did, we humans gave up, some of us carried on fighting for survival. We look for hope, something to hang onto to keep our spirits going, there is fear everywhere we go, we hide fear from others, but when you look into the eyes of a fellow human, you know they are scared shitless, they deny that they are scared, and don't fear death, or the undead, but it is OK to be scared, we all are.

Once the outbreak became official and world wide panic set in, countries closed their borders, stop people entering or leaving, countries quarantined themselves, hoping to stop the spread of infection would save them from dying. The infection never stopped at the borders, never stopped at the shoreline, it spread like wild fire and before you know it, it was at your front door, we knew it killed people, what we didn't expect, was the dead to rise from this plague, virus, infection or whatever the fuck it was. We knew it was dangerous, and how did it spread like wild fire, bites, scratches, blood splatter, it was in the blood of the fallen person.

So what did we do to survive? We had to build make shift forts, safe zones, quarantine zone, basically anywhere we could survive, regroup and wait out for this virus to pass. There were outpost every 3 miles from each other, manned by 8 people, we never thought that Morse code would make an official come back, a blast from the past, there was limited power, internet, and any other stuff that would be useful to help us connect to the rest of the world, and let them know how we are surviving in our own little piece of the world.

Now, I sit here on my own, no-one here to keep me company, to talk to, to laugh with, no-one to talk about the past. I do contemplate whether it much easier to become one of them, but I'm not going to give in, it's too easy to give up and let them win. The virus hit our safe zone with such a force we fell within 30 minutes of them attacking us, I tried to fight them off other survivors, but all I heard was screaming of terror, cries of help, and that's when I ran, and ran, and ran, and never looked back, whoever reads this, you can call me a coward, a loser, a failure, a selfish person, but it won't matter, because deep down inside you know would've run to save yourself. When it comes down to saving someone who is infected or yourself, you choose the obvious.. YOURSELF!

It's like them films, where the main character says: “It's everyone for themselves.”

I took that option. I'm going to leave some instructions for whoever comes here to find safety:

1. Don't stay in one place for too long unless it's actually safe.

2. Safety in numbers is a bad idea. If you choose that option... If it's a big enough group, 4 or 6 people every 10 feet and be vigilant and always watch the surrounding area.

3. Look for food and water, without them, fuck it you might as well kill yourself.

4. Be careful who you trust, best person to trust is yourself, and trust your own instincts.

5. Don't let anyone bully you into something you don't want to do.

6. And lastly, don't reveal too much information about yourself, or anything else might know about a safe haven you are apart of, give to much away and that could lead to danger.

I leave this place how I found it, I haven't been bitten or scratched, I decided that it's time to find pastures new and hide until I go insane from this situation, or until I die of old age, which ever comes first, I hope I go peacefully, so to you stranger reading this, I hope you find whatever it is in this world you are looking for, may you live in peace and happiness. I bid you a fond farewell dear stranger.