I'm still here bitches

ive been writing on thiis site since i was 13. i'm nearly 18 and kick ass as shit. i got experien ce under my belt, I have weapons great enough to blow an infected into next fuckin tuesday. I can give you a round up of all thats happened so far. I was 13 and witnessed a friend who had become one of them, he nearly killed me and i escaped with no help. I soon realized that my home in North Carolina was no longer safe enough to stay and i convinced my family to break down the barriers we had built and make a run for the lower and hopefully safer state of Florida. Well, wouldnt ya know it. It's a fucking esolate wasteland with little to know support, and a substantial amount of psychotic man-eating bastards. It sickens me to watch the news channels that manage to stay afloat, and hear stories of whole families dying because they didnt have the guts to kill an infected family member. I had to kill my whole family maybe, 3 or 4 years ago. They don't know sacrifice, and because they didn't, they wound up dead, and i wound up missing my family. After losing them, i managed to pull together a group of maybe 10 or 11, 11 including me. I led them into a prairie, and boy did they die fast. One shot at a large group of infected, and it caused a riot that made everyone but me lose their lives, and me lose a leg. I swore i would die. But i didn't. A man came and gave me a shot of something. But it healed me. After he was done, he left. I never knew what he was carrying, but i know im grateful. He could hold the hope to saving all of us from a fucking nightmare. Most people on this website when i was 13 hated me and my rants. they never spoke to me and made fun of my age. Now im an adult and its time to grow up, kill some fuckers, and live as long as possible. You never know how much time you'l have in the world anymore.