I cannot belive that pritty much everybody is dead!
My friends, family, people from work, hell i think i would hug Steve from accounts and my god i hated that prick!
I've been surviving by scavenging from houses, more beans and corned beef then i care to mention i dont know whih smells worse me or the living dead!
So i've mostly been traveling by night, resting and eating by day, it keeps me warm, and you can hardly see the camp fire in day light.
I've met others, survivors, i mean, yeah thats right real living breathing people!!
Non want to keep put help me build a safe house, they always moving on, the ones from the North telli stories about how in the south there is a safe zone and the ones from the south say the same about the north! I try to tell them but i think they need to believe that there is still some kind of order somewhere in the world.
I cannot keep count of the dead i have killed, i can cope with the adults, it's harder to kill them as they put up a real fight, but the undead kids.... it just not right... i mean i know what i have to do, but it's not right, i dont forget there faces, every single one of them.
Thankfully i've not gotten into any fights with other survivors, but i think that will change once supplies become scarce.
I'll write more when i can.
Dave Davenport, Yorkshire
P.S. Had an idea about setting up some kind of gang to help find other survivors, supplies and what not