July, 2 ,2013 9:44pm

I'm held up in this run down house i fled to while being chased by the undead. The tried to get to me for what seemed like hours, I think they're gone now because i don't hear any near- by moans or screams. My muscles are so sore from being tensed up from fear and i think my hands fell asleep from holding my gun so tightly. It's now sunset, the sky is a putrid orange color... the sun is a pink dot, i think i have forgotten what a blue sky looks like... or a normal sunset, because i haven't seen one in ages. Another night of anxiety and fear, more insomnia, more head aches. If i keep up a schedule like this i dont think  i'll last any longer... I feel so sickly.. Im not infected... its just severe wear-and-tear. I feel very weak and my eyes are a bright red constantly and somedays  i cant breathe or think... whenever i catch a glimpse of myself in a window or broken mirror i cant believe what i see... i dont look like me anymore....i mean i may not be infected but i sure as hell could pass as one... which worries me... and i dont need anymore worry.

If i encounter any survivors... will they try to kill me because of my deathly appearance?

But now that i think about it... I would just love to be dead... because this life is killing me... but im too much of a coward to do it my self.

 I hate it when my mind goes a thousand miles an hour.....damn anxiety