I dont even know how longs its been.

I don't even know how long its been


Its been a pretty long time since I've been able to find a working computer. Ive been doing pretty well the past few months, Though i have lost contact with Zach and a few others I've managed to rescue at least 40 to 50 survivors, But only 5 or 6 of them are with me now because some of them were picked up by other groups heading up north for colder weather, and others have been lost in accidents or combat.

The nearby stores have been raided to the fullest. It seems like only yesterday i was paying for my food with money instead of paying with scars and the constant fear of some dumb ass not paying attention.

The competing groups have increased in violence and in numbers since the last time i was able to sit and write on this "Hopefully someone is reading this shit." A group calling themselves Homefront Heroes has been the biggest problem so far. Armed with anything from guns to fertilizer bombs these self proclaimed heroes have proven to be anything but that. In a recent defensive raid they killed 3 of my survivors, wounded 5 others and took 5 or 6 captive. In the midst of the battle i received a number of bullet wounds and a 3rd degree burn on my left arm "Hurts like a bitch still" I also have 3 cut scars from a makeshift claw type thing one of them made.

In an offensive attempt to get the captured survivors back we made a grave discovery about this group. Something which i am glad to share here to show how desperate people are becoming and how we must keep morale high and work together rather than fight for food and shelter. But anyways, we tracked the group back to there camp a few days later following a heavy blood trail that we hoped was there's but at the same time hoped it wasn't for obvious reasons. We arrived at an abandoned barn a few miles into the trail and found what made the trail. It was the survivors or what was left of them, it seemed that they were fed to zombies or something because they were without a doubt eaten alive. Signs of struggle were apparent in all of the cadavers, faces torn by flesh hungry teeth, torsos clawed and thrashed. limbs amputated with savage butchery. While trying to stomach the gruesome scene, we heard something from behind some garbage and assorted metal. I went cautiously towards what sounded like the cold undead breath of a walking corpse only to see one of them-The Homefront Heroes-Chewing on the fresh almost warm looking arm of a past survivor. Cannibals, they weren't feeding the undead like some kind of pets, they were feeding themselves. I brought up my sidearm, and with one swift humane pull of the trigger, the sound of bullet meeting skull rang throughout the woods...