It seems like yesterday I was hanging out with my friends,laughing and having a good time.How we all would tell stories or joke about Zombie outbreaks and say what we would do in one and such,even take quiz's on would you survive a Zombie outbreak.Most of us got the answer that we would survive the whole thing.That was of course before we truly knew how real and how bad the threat of such thing was.I mean this wasn't really suppose to happen,zombies are not suppose to be real.What happen?How could we not be prepared for this?I mean we watch movies about it and read books,you think we would have known what to do when it happen,but we didn't.How did we fall so fast and so hard to this apocalypse?
I can still remember life before the outbreak.I remember my family and relatives,how they wanted to have a family reunion so bad.I guess when the outbreak happen they finally got it.....a undead one.Almost all of my family and relatives fell victims to the virus,I knew the ones that didn't really take the zombie books and stories seriously would go first,but to see the ones that did be one of the undead,was just heartbreaking.To have to shoot your own parents,grandparents,even siblings can really get to you mentally.How could I ever live with myself after that,I mean I know its survival but,they were my family,my flesh and blood and I had to kill them.Many would say that once a person becomes the undead they are no longer the ones you know and that its ok to kill them,but I believe that no matter what they are still the ones you know and that you can never forget what you had to do to survive.
Survival,it was the only thing that anyone would talk about,the streets ran wild and ramped.People stealing everything they saw,even stole from each other,people even murder each other just for supplies they might need to survive for the fear that in time there will be no supplies left.Why must we fight each other?They talk of survival and I laugh,survival,they know nothing of it.To kill each other just cause you might run out of what you need,when you could share and make sacrifices to live.The way I see it is those who don't think through everything are already dead,they just don't know it yet.
I watch and tend to keep to myself,I learn you can't trust everyone but if find one I can I help them out and they help me,its the true way to survive.We need each other,not kill each other and help the undead,when we attack and kill each other,we are not surviving we are numbering our days to live.We need more survivors not more undead.We need to keep moving in hopes of a place not infected,a place untouched by this nightmare.A place to call home and start a new,a paradise.
Is such a thing real..paradise?Some people say it is,but I think its not real.I guess people need something to fight for,something like hope,maybe hope is what will help us survive.Is there truly away to survive this or are we just prolonging the inevitable.I think this is our punishment for our sins,for all the murder the killing the bad things in life that went on,also for killing the planet slowly.Talk of saving the planet,when the planet is already dieing ,its too late.Just like its too late for us or is it?Can we really survive this or will this infection beat us to our extinction?