Ive been alone for some time now.

"If anything is possible is it possible for something to be impossible?"


Once again I'm not exactly sure how longs its been since my last update, nobody fucking reads these things anyways even if they do have a working computer with internet access. I can see why though so i guess its OK, most of my shit in here wont help you it will hopefully make you realize that anything is possible.

Someone told me before all this happened that if i was alone in my house or any other house during these horrific events i would go mad and soon just kill myself. She tried to get me into her caravan with her, they were heading north. Well...I didn't go, i wanted her to stay because i knew that the caravan was not prepared at all. Not only did they have a lack of supplies but they had a severe lack of intelligence and integrity. "NEVER sacrifice your integrity for points" Something a great man told me multiple times. But anyways, as i was saying, the caravan was not prepared i was. I had everything she and i needed, if i didn't have it then i could have easily gotten it and realistically still can considering im not just sitting at one point here. Im moving from place to place, staying for a couple nights, conserving my energy and honing all of my skills both athletic and mental.

Now about her trying to tell me to go along. Over the last week or so Ive been staying in this house by myself, well, unless you count the rats and other random creatures living here in the house. But yeah, Ive been here and i guess for a moment she was right, I did go crazy thinking about what would happen, or thinking about how this all happened, and im talking about life not the Zombie War we are in. But i started thinking about all of that and i had the gun in my hand and up against my head for a couple of seconds wondering to myself what the point of surviving was, wondering if being alone out here was something worth fighting for. Just then, the door to the house i was in burst open with a small group of undead. Smirking and shaking my head, i sat their waiting for them to do the job that they were meant to do. As they limped and shuffled forward i just stared into the blank and lifeless eyes and waited even longer for them to take me away from all of this. And then it happened. A fucking possum fell from the upstairs down onto the zombie in front knocking it over and making the other one trip. i stood up, came to my senses, and i looked at the gun and once again gave a smirk and shot both of the flailing fleshbags in the head. It wasn't my time yet, granted im alone right now, but i wont be alone for ever. there's always someone to be save, always someone that's going to need my help and ill admit it. Sometimes... I need theirs as well.