Journal of a friend

Standing in the middle of the Cowboy’s stadium on a piece of turf in Dallas, Texas, I see them walking towards me. They walk with a limp, and their head rolled to either side. Last month I would have never guessed it was going to end like this. I was just a simple man walking the streets doing whatever I could to survive.

Monday, October 26, 2008
Sitting on the corner of my two lucky streets, I’m holding a guitar pick, playing away, earning money for my next meal. Next to me are figurines of the best musicians that have ever lived on the face of this planet; the Beatles. Along with them I have also have another lucky charm, a bust of Ringo’s head.
Tuesday, October 27, 2008
While playing my guitar, some guy in an orange Key West hat came by and we started to talk. He had seen my figurines and bust. He then admitted to me that he was a die-hard Beatles fan. He then proceeded to show me a ring on his right hand; it turned out to be a ring once worn by the Beatles. As I looked up his arm, I noticed a large gash in his forearm.
Wednesday, October 28, 2008
It was bright out today so I wore a pair of sunglasses, even though I despise wearing them. Some idiot decided to steal my guitar last night, so now I have to resort to my next best skill; juggling. I got a lot of “what the heck” looks as I stood on the corner juggling three balls made out of money.
Thursday, October 29, 2008
Today I got the most useless book ever. It is written by a guy with the last name of Woods. I don’t like reading. It takes too much time that I could be using getting money for food.
Today, some guy leaned down towards me. It looked like he was going to put money into my guitar case. Instead, he lunged at me and was trying to bite me. I tried throwing him off, but it didn’t work. I then took out my knife and stabbed him. He kept coming at me. Nobody was around to help me. So I finally stabbed him in the head. That stopped him. I took his Davey Crockett style wallet and a ’94 mint set of coins. Today’s a good day.
Sunday, November 1, 2008
I’ve been running for a while. There have been more people trying to eat me. It’s strange to think about.
I may have to move soon. There have seemed to be more and more people getting like that first guy.
Wednesday, November 4, 2008
The police have started putting posters up of what looks like ghosts. They are people who have been infected. In real life they look more like moving, creepy statues.
Sunday, November 8, 2008
It’s been a week since I last wrote. I have left Fort Worth to Dallas. There are more people than ever getting ‘infected’. I have had to steal‘borrow’ a few guns and ammunition form local gun stores. (White out stopped working)
DATE UNKOWN
I think I’m the last one that hasn’t been infected. I can see the Cowboy’s flag in the distance. I think I’m going to hold up there/
DATE UNKOWN
I made it to the stadium and found three gun shops that have already been broken into. I hope there are more survivors. I doubt that though. It is just plain luck that I am alive.
DATE UNKOWN
The gift shop here already has Christmas cards on stock. I find it kind of ironic how Christmas sales keep coming earlier and earlier every year. I’m listening to my favorite soundtrack from the old show Heroes. CD’s are out of date, but that just means that they are easier for me to get my hands on. There are also a lot of fans lying around. I didn’t know that Menopause the Musical would be so popular.


DATE UNKNOWN
Standing in the middle of the Cowboy’s stadium on a piece of turf in Dallas, Texas, I see them walking towards me. They walk with a limp, and their head rolled to either side. Last month I would have never guessed it was going to end like this. I was just a simple man walking the streets doing whatever I could to survive. I adjust my commemorative pin, aim, and fire. Round after round and they still keep coming from every direction. I can tell this is the end; I’m running out of ammunition. This is my last bullet. What do I do with it? Aim and fire. Everything goes blank. The nightmare is over.