Farming Zombies, Pt. 6: The End

I think it's been 3 months now... but we have no way to keep track so...

Setting up a decent barricade didn't take too long. Using basic limbs, stones and mud we were able to build a 5 ft. wall, about 20 feet across both sides. I dug a fire pit in the middle and placed large dead tree stumps around it for seats. We got firewood by climbing over the wall using the makeshift ladder made out of more limbs. We found whatever we could find that would burn; mostly dead crops. The fire hasn't stopped burning the whole time we've been here. It's rare that a zombie passes by, but when it does it doesn't get anywhere near the barricade before falling to the ground.

Tonight we're silent. We're out of food. We used to be able to walk back to the Wal-Mart using the road, but it's too infested with zombies now. Going back would be suicide. On our last trip, however, I picked up a looseleaf notebook on clearance in the front of the store. So I took it instead of the steak package. I didn't count on not being able to come back. We barely made it to the barricade alive that last trip... and we left our swords outside the store.

Anyways, I've been using this torn notebook to record what's happened to us. I've finally caught up to the now, even though I just started yesterday. But I won't be able to write any more; we're out of food, and the moans are getting louder. Wesley's been fending off the zombies with a flaming stick, but I know that won't last long. Katlyn is just sitting on a stump, staring into nothing. We know we all have no hope to live another week. I'm hearing Wesley yelling a bit of the ways off... so I'll just set it down and go help him. In fact, I'll toss it into the fire. Why keep it if we're dead men anyways? In fact why am I writing this if I know I'm going to toss it??


I caught the notebook when Jacob wasn't looking. He just got up and jumped over the barricade. That was the last I saw of him and Wes, though... I heard Wesley scream, and the next morning I looked over and saw his dead body on the ground. But Jacob wasn't in sight.

No zombies were around either, so I got up and climbed the ladder over. I took the notebook with me, the only thing in the world I could do. I searched the forest for any sign of Jacob, even a track, but nothing. Just gone.

So I sit here now, up in a tree, realizing, as Jacob wrote earlier, that this really is the end. I had never thought of dying; just surviving. But I'll keep writing, because, unlike Jacob, I know this notebook will be read. An animal certainly wont eat it, and a zombie isn't likely to bend over and pick something up. Eventually, when the zombies are all gone and the world is back to normal, the son of a farmer will be venturing the forest, looking for a tree to climb or a bird to slingshot. On one of his steps, he won't hear the usual crack of the dead leaves underneath, but the soft thump of shoe landing on a stack of paper. He'll uncover this ragged notebook from the leaves, and read it. Read about the zombies and the

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Yes, this is unfortunately, the end. Katlyn shortly fell off the branch while writing and lost the book. But she did, however, find Jacob hiding in a tree not far from hers. They sat together in the forest, talking, as the hunger set in. There corpses are likely still there, rotting underneath the trees. But they died knowing that someone would read the notebook. Read about the zombies, and the

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The person at the computer typing this story has shortly been attacked from behind by a zombie. Thank you for reading.